The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1917-10-05

we'll"
He turned and walked away. Louise
watched him with very real interest.
'Do you know" she said to John
"there is something about your brother
a little like the prophets in the Ole
Testament, In the way he sees only
one issue and clings to it. Are you
too, of his way of thinking"
"Up to a certain point, believe
am" he confessed.
"Do you never feel cramped-in your
mind, I mean?-feel that you want to
push your way through the clouds
into some other life?"
81 feel nearer the clouds here" he
answered simply.
They were leaving the churchyard
now. She paused abruptly, pointing
to a single. grave in a part of the
| churchyard which seemed detached
from the rest.
"Whose grave is that?" he inquired.
He hesitated.
SIT is the grave of young girl" he
| told her quietly. "She was the daugh-
ter of one of our shepherds. She went
into service at Carlisle. and returned
here with a child. They are both
buried here"
Because of that her grave is apart
from the others?"
eyes," he answered. SIT is very sell
dom. I am glad to say, that anything
of the sort happens among u.s."
For the second time that morning
Ibuise was conscious of an unexpected
upheaval of emotion. She felt that the
sunshine had gone, that the whole
sweetness of the place had suddenly
passed away. The charm of its simple
austerity had persisted.
"And I thought had found para
disc! 20 she cried.
She moved quickly from John
Strangewey's side. Before he could
realize her intention, she had stepped
over the low dividing wall and was on
her knees by the side of the plain, neg
lected grave. She tore out the spray
Of apple blossom which she had thrust
into the bosom of her gown, and placed
it reverently at the head of the little
mound. For moment her eyes
dropped and her lips moved-she her
self scarcely knew whether it was in
prayer. Then she turned and came
slowly back to her companion.
Something had gone, too, from his
charm. She saw in him now nothing
but the coming dourness of his broth
er. Her heart was still heavy. She
shivered a little. 1t was he at last
who spoke.
"Will you tell me, please, what Is the
matter with you, and why you placed
that sprig of apple blossom where you
did,"
His tone woke her from her lethargy.
She was a little surprised at its
poignant, almost challenging note.
Certainly" she replied. 81 placed
it there as a woman's protest against
the injustice of that isolation"
II deny that 1t is unjust"
She turned around and waved her
hand toward the little gray building.
"The Savior to whom your church is
dedicated thought otherwise" she re-
minded him. "Do you play at being
lords paramount here over the souls
and bodies of your serfs?"
'sYou judge without knowledge of the
facts" he assured her calmly.
Louise's footsteps slackeGed.
"You men," she sighed, "are all
alike! You judge only by what hap
pens. You never look inside. That is
why your justice is so different from
q woman's. I do not wish to argue |
with you; but what I so passionately |
object to is the sweeping judgment you |
sheep on one side and the |
goats on the other. That is how man
Judges God looks further. Every case
s different. The law by which one
should be judged may be poor justice
'or another"
She glanced at him almost appeal
ngly, but there was no sign of yield
ng in his face.
LAWS" he reminded her, "are made
or the benefit of the whole human
ace. Sometimes an individual may
uffer for the benefit of others. That
S inevitable"
sAnd so let the subject pass" she
'sbut it saddens me to think
hat one of the great sorrows of the
world should be there like a monument
O spoil the wonder of this morning.
Tow am going to ask you question.
ire you the John Strangewey who has
ecently had a fortune left to him?"
He nodded.
"You read about it in the newspa-
ers, / suppose" he said. "Part of the
tory isn't true. 1t was stated that
ad never seen my Australian uncle, i
ut as a matter of fact, he has been !
yer here three or four times. 1t was t
e who paid for my education at Har- ]
ow and Oxford" I
"What did your brother say to that?" 0
"He opposed It," John confessed, t
and he hated my uncle. He detests '
lie thought of any one Of us going out 1
: sight of our own hills My uncle
i'd the wander fever" liz
"And your" she asked suddenly. S
sT have none of It," he asserted.
A very faint smile played about her a
ps. t
perhaps not before" she MUIR
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