The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1919-05-30

watched MIN WIN very real Interest,"
"Do you know" she said to John,
"there is something about your brother
little like the prophets in the Old
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, 1 mean?-feeI 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.
st 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 of that her grave is apart
from the others?"
eyes" he answered. cit is very sell
dom, 1 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 persisted.
"And I thought 1 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 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
err. 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 it,
poignant, almost challenging note.
Certainly" she replied. Il placed
it there as woman's protest agains
the injustice of that isolation"
! 81 deny that it is unjust"
: She turned around and waved he
/ hand toward the little gray building.
| "The Savior to whom your church il
dedicated thought otherwise" she re
minded him. "Do you play at beinj
: lords paramount here over the soul
, and bodies of your serfs?"
1 'You judge without knowledge of tn
f facts" he assured her calmly.
E Louise's footsteps slackened.
f 'You men," she sighed, "are al
2 alike! You judge only by what haT
: pens. You never look inside. That i
why your justice is so different froT
e woman's. 1 do not wish to argu
g with you; but what so passionatel
/ object to is the sweeping judgment 20
: make-the sheep on one side and tn
goats on the other. That is how ma
e judges God looks further. Every cas-
r is different. The law by which on
d should be judged may be poor justic
for another"
She glanced at him almost appea
ingly, but there was no sign of yiel'
ing in his face.
d Laws" he reminded her, "are mad
d for the benefit of the whole huma
o race. Sometimes an individual ma
v suffer for the benefit of others. TIL;
d. is inevitable"
d "And so let the subject pass" ST
IS concluded; ''but it saddens me to thin
d that one of the great sorrows of Il
10 world should be there like monumel
to spoil the wonder of this mornin
It Now 1 am going to ask you questio
1t Are you the John Strangewey who h;
1T recently had a fortune left to him
He nodded.
i ''You read about it in the newsp
or pers, 1 suppose" he said. "Part of Il
story isn't true. 1t was stated that
m had never seen my Australian unel
w but as a matter of fact, he has bee
e. over here three or four times. 1t WI
d. he who paid for my education at Ha
n row and Oxford"
'sWhat did your brother say to that
s. 'He opposed it" John confesse
in sand he hated my uncle. He detes
at the thought of any one of us going o
n of sight of our own hills. My unC
no had the wander fever"
"And you?" she asked suddenly.
r 81 have none of it," he asserted.
~ very faint smile played about h