The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1917-07-13
LOuise's footsteps slackened.

pens. LOU never lOOh IuSluc' AAoI AZ
why your justice is so different from
woman's. l do not wish to argue
with you; but what SO passionately
object to is the sweeping judgment you
make-the sheep on one side and the
goats on the other. That is how man
judges; God looks further. Every case
is different. The law by which one
should be judged may be poor justice
for another"
She glanced at him almost appeal.
ingly, but there was no sign of yield
ing in his face.
LAWS" he reminded her, "are made
for the benefit Of the whole human
race. Sometimes an individual may
suffer for the benefit of others. That
is inevitable"
"And so let the subject pass" she
concluded; 'but it saddens me to think
that one of the great sorrows of the
world should be there like monument
to spoil the wonder of this morning.
Now am going to ask you question.
Are you the John Strangewey who has
recently had q fortune left to him?'
He nodded.
"You read about it in the newspa-
pers, l suppose" he said. part OF the
story isn't true. 1t was stated that /
had never seen my Australian uncle,
but as matter Of fact, he has been
over here three or four times. 1t was
he who paid for my education at Har-
row and Oxford"
"What did your brother say to thatT'
"He opposed it," John confessed,
"and he hated my uncle. He detests
the thought Of any one Of us going out
Of sight Of our own hills. My uncle
had the wander fever"
"And you?" she asked suddenly.
II have none Of it," he asserted.
A very faint smile played about her
lips.
"Perhaps not before" she muir.
INJURED; "but now?''
"Do you mean because I have In.
herited the money? Why should go
out like a Don Qulxote and search for
vague adventures?"
because you are man" she m.
swered swiftly. "You have a brain and
a soul too big for your life here. You
eat and drink, and physically you -four
lsh, but part of you sleeps because 1t
is shut away from the world Of real
things. Don't you sometimes feel 1t
in your very heart that life. as We were
meant to live it, can only be lived
among your fellow menu"
He looked over his shoulder, at the
little cluster Of farm buildings and cot
tages, and the gray stone church.
1T seems to me-" he declared Simply,
that the man who tries to liVe, more
than one life fails in both. There is
a little cycle of. life here, among our
thirty or forty. souls, which, revolves
around my brother and myself. A
passer-by may glance upward from the
road at our little hamlet, and wonder
what can ever happen in such an out
of-the-way corner. i think the answer
Is Just what I have told you. Love and
marriage, birth and death happen.
These things make life"
Her curiosity now had become
merged in an, immense interest. She
laid her fingers lightly upon his arm.
you speak for your ;peop1e,NI she
said. THAT is well. Bubsyou' your
self?" {, 10 sIG e..
II am one of them" he answered.
"a necessary part Of them.' '' -
"How you deceive yourself! The
time will come, before very long, when
you will come out into the world and
the sooner the better, think Mr.. John
Strangewey, or you will grow like your
brother here among your granite hills"
He moved little uneasily. All the
dme she was watching him. 1t seemed
to her that she could read the thoughts
which were stirring in his brain.
"You would like to say, wouldn't
you," she went on, shat this is. a use.
full and an upright life? So it may be-
but it is not wide enough or great
enough. Some day you will feel the
desire to climb. Promise me, will you,
that when you fen the impulse you
won't use all that obstinate will power
of yours to crush 1t? You will destroy
the best part Of yourself. if you do.
You will give 1t a chance? Promise y
She held out her hand with little
impulsive gesture. He took 1t in his
own, and held it steadfastly.
II will remember" he promised.
Along the narrow streak Of road,
from the southwark, they both watched
the rapid approach Of a large motor.
car. There were two servants upon
the front seat and one passenger-a
man-inside. 1t swung into the level
stretch beneath them, a fantasy of
gray and silver in the reflected SUM-
shine.
Louise had been leaning forward, her
head supported upon her hands. As
the car slackened speed, she rose very
slowly to her feet.
'"The chariot of deliverance she
murmured.
1T is the prince Of Seyre," John re-
marked, gazing down with slight
frown upon his forehead.
She nodded. They had started the