The Elbert County tribune., 1917-10-12

watched him with very real interest.
"Do you know" she said to John,
"there is something about your brother
Testament, In the way he sees only
one issue and clings to it. Are you,
too, of his way of thinking?"
''Up to certain point, I believe I
am" he confessed.
"Do you never feel cramped-in your
mind, mean7-feel that you want to
push your way through the clouds
into some other life?"
'T feel nearer the clouds here" he
answered simply.
They were leaving the churchyard
now. She paused abruptly, pointing
to single grave in a part Of the
churchyard which seemed detached
from the rest.
"Whose grave is that?" he inquired.
lie hesitated.
'It is the grave of a 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 ct that her grave is apart
from the others?"
"Yes," he answered. at is very sell
dom, am glad to say, that anything
of the sort happens among u.s."
For the second time that morning
Louise 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 perished.
"And I thought l had found para
diser 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 a moment her eyes
dropped and her lips moved-she her
self scarcely knew whether 1t 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 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. II placed
1t there as a woman's protest against
the injustice of that isolation"
II deny that it 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?"
"You judge without knowledge Of the
facts" he assured her calmly.
hOulSe . lootSlepo oiutheheu.
"You men," she sighed, "are all
alikel 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 I 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, fare 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 1t 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 a question
Are you the John Strangewey who has
recently had a fortune left to him p
He nodded.
"You read about 1t in the newspa.
pers, suppose" he said. part Of the
story isn't true. 1t was stated that
had never seen my Australian uncle
but as n 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?r she asked suddenly.