Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1917-06-12

81 made just one resolution when L
hung out my shingle," he said, sad
that was that no matter how few
cases 1 got, wouldn't take any that
weren't interestingly didn't give
me something to bite on. I wasn't
willing to be bored for any reward
they had to offer me. It's cynical to
be bored. It's the worst immortality
there is. Well, and I never have been"
1t wasn't all photographed and
narrative. There was lot of his
deep-breathing, spacious philosophy
of life mixed up In it. And this the
girl, consciously and deliberately,
provoked. 1t didn't need much. She
said something about discipline and
he snatched the word away from her.
what is discipline? Why, it's
standing the gait - standing it, not
submitting to it. It's accepting the
facts of life-of your own life, as they
happen to be. 1t isn't being conquer
ed by them. It's not making masters
of them, but servants to the underly-
ing things you want"
She tried to make a reservation
there-suppOse the things you wanted
weren't good things?
But he wouldn't allow it. what
ever they are" he insisted, your de-
Sires are the only motive forces
you've got. No matter how fine your
intelligence is, it can't ride anywhere
0f N
passions. Learn to ride them-cOntrOl
them-spur them. But don't forget
that they're you just as essentially as
the rider is"
It was with a curiously relaxed
body, her chin Graded in the crook OF
her arm, which lay along the back
of the couch, her eyes Unlicensed on
the window, that the girl listened with
more and more poignantly vivid con
seriousness of the man himself, the
driving power of him, of something
carelessIy exultant in his own strength
She got TO thinking Of the flight of q
great bird wheeling up higher and
higher on his powerful wings. Sud
denly and to her CONSERVATION, she
felt her eyes flushing up. with tears.
She tried to blink them away, but they
came too fast.
Presently he dropped short in his
walk-stopped talking, with a gasp
in the middle of a sentence, and
looked into her face. She couldn't see
him clearly, but she saw his hands
clench and heard him draw long
breath. Then he turned abruptly and
walked to the window and for NOR
tai, endless minute there was a silence.
Something happened during that
moment while ne stood looking into
her tear-fushed eyes-sOmething mo-
-critical-which no previous
experience in her life had prepared her
for. And it had happened to him, too.
His silhouette as he stood there with
his hands clenchei, between her and
the window, showed her that.
What underlay her quiet was won
der and fear. and more deeply still, a
sort OF cOsmlc contentment-thea cqui-
essence of q swimmer in the still, ir-
resistible current of a mighty river.
1t was distinctly relief to her when
her mother came in and, presently, Por-
tia. She introduced him to them, and
then dropped out of the conversation
altogether. AS if 1t were a long way
off, she heard him retailing last nights
adventure and expressing his regret
that he hadn't taken her to his sister
to be dried out, before he sent her
home.
She was aware that Portia stole a
look at her in puzzled, penetrating
sort of way every now and then, but
didn't concern herself as to the basis
Of her curiosity. 1t wasn't until he
rose to go chat she aroused herself
and went with him into the hall