New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1917-08-31

it reverently at the head of the littl'
mound. For II moment her eye
dropped and her lips ~mOved-she her
self scarcely knew whether 1t was Ii
prayer. Then she turned and cam
slowly back to her companion.
Something had gone, too, from hi!
charm. She saw in him now nothing
but the coming dourness of his broth
er. Her heart was still heavy. Sht
shivered Il little. 1t was he ut las
who spoke.
"Will you tell me, please. what is the
matter with you, and why you placed
that sprig of apple blossom where yor
did,"
His tone woke her from her lethnrgy
She was a little surprised ut Its
poignant, almost challenging note.
"Certainly," she replied. 81 placed
it there as II woman's protest against
the injustice of that isolation"
81 deny that it is unjust"
She turned around and waved hel
hand toward the little gray building.
"The Savior to whom your church is
dedicated thought otherwise" she re-
minded him. $40 you play ut being
lords paramount here over the souls
and bodies of your serfs?"
"You judge without knowledge of the
facts" he assured her calmly.
LOuiSe'S footsteps Slackcned.
"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
a wOman's. l do not wish to argue
with you; but what | so ~paSsiOnatcly
object to is the sweeping Judgment you
make-the sheep on n side and the
goats on the other. That Is how man
judges; God looks further. Every cas-
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 nc 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 he there like a monument
to spoil the wonder of this morning.
Now l am going to ask you n question.
Are you the John ~Strangewey who has
recently had a 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 l
had never seen my Australian uncle,
but as a matter of fact, he has been
over here three or four times. 1t was
row and Oxford"
"What did your brother say to that?"
"He opposed It," John confessed,
land he hated my uncle. He detests
the thought of any n of us going out
of sight 6 our own hills. My uncle
nau the WunucT IeVeT.
"And y0u?" she asked suddenly.
81 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 I go
out like a Don Quixote and search for
adventuresT
because you are a mani she an
swered swiftly. "YOu have a brain and
a soul too big for your life here. You
eat and drink, and physically you -four
ish, but part of you sleeps because 1t
is shut away from the world of real
Don't you sometimes feel it
in your very heart that life, as we were
meant to live 1t. ran only be lived
among your fellow men?"
He looked over his shoulder, at the
cluster of farm buildings and cot
and the gray stone church.
at 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 mt our little hamlet, and wonder
what can ever happen in such an out
corner l think the answer
s 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
aid her fingers lightly upon his arm.
"YOu speak for your people," she
'aid. "That is well. But you your
81 am one of them" he answered.
a necessary part of them"
"How you deceive yourself! The
ime will come, before very long, when
will come out into the world; and
he sooner the better, I think, Mr.. John
,trangewey. OF you will grow like your
here among your granite hills"
He moved a little uneasily. All the
ime she was watching him. 1t seemed
O her that she could read the thoughts
which were stirring in his brain.
"You would like to say, wouldn't
she went on, shat this is a USE
ul and an upright life? So it may be,
tut it is not wide enough or great
Some day you will feel the
|esire to climb. Promise me, will you,
hat when you feel the impulse you
ron't use all that obstinate will power
f yours to crush it? You will destroy
he best part of yourself, If you do.
'ou will give it a chance? Promise! I"
She held out her hand with a little
mpulsiye gesture. He took it in his