Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-11-27


know that q man must travel far be-
yond the limits Of everyday emotions
TO come up with love itself. He may
find content and drowsy happiness In
some woman possessed OF oil the quail
ties that command affection, but love
Itself dwells far beyond at the cross
roads OF weakness and strength. And
so your helplessuess, carried to that
last degree, has wound itself around
my heart with u grip that will never
loosen
Poor White Mani" said Andrea.
"Whether you want me- he con-
tlnued gravely, cor mock me, whether
you are true or untrue, pure or impure
all those things no longer matter,
for love IS an integral possession. You
may leave me, put the width OF the
world between US, and the breath OF
your body will still be the breath OF
mine, the surge Of your blood will be
the surge Of mine: your sins viii I've
my sins. because your helpless self
stripped of all the clogs of flesh, haS
twned itself for always with the fberf
of my heart"
$50 you would give three pounds for
me-" murmured Andrea.
He let go her hands and rose quick!
to his feet. You are stronger than
thought" he said. mo, III never Civ
cent for you. I'll walt till you're
we'll and then ~ take you in fret
fight and In my own way"
But Andrea did not hear him; she
had sunk back lax into her pillows
Two tears crept from under her closed
eyelids and down her hollow cheeks
I'm so weak" she whispered. "so
weak can't cry"
The white man cursed himself aloud
No one knew better than he that II
Is not won when the tide Of battle
turns and that he who sleeps on th'
verge Of victory awnkes to defeat
He settled down to the long vigilance
that was his price Of peace. The day
and a night came and went before he
could draw the long. quiverlng breath
Of relief that marked the passing o!
danger. g,
During the stage of convalescence he
read and talked to her by the hour
but the time came when She wouiC
have no more of the printed page. He
had spoken a passage here and there
from the book Of his own life and now
she demanded the volume from cover
to cover. Fe told her OF his boyhood
IN New England country town. Of
scrapes in school and Of the disaster
u college that had turned him from
the narrow road Of specialization In the
diseases of the nose and ear 10 that
broad highway which is trod lightly
and sirnlcss!y by stray dogs and Cit
Zens OF the world.
You would have made great ply
sician," said Andrea, almost regret
fully.
"Perha rs." he replied. But !
wouldn't have saved myself. l would
never have found myself. / would
have been one Of those unconscious
mortals who spend their lives In
group picture. I would never have
found out that there Is something
within rae that utterly rebels against
ell those isms which aim ct the col
lective classification Of animal man
and whose goal Is the herd instead OF
the individual" $780,. =
'But isn't that old stuff?" asked
Andrea, yawning for the first time In
many days.
"No, II isn't" said the white man
thoughtfully. land I'll tell you why
Never for centuries has intrinsic life
been so close as it Is today to its true
level OF proportionate valuation. Wha'
was worth living for Yesterday. Isn't q
justification today. Food, raiment and
a baby-grand measure less in the
thoughts OF true men than do truth
honor and the final quality OF mercy
He sat fo- long in an absorbed silence
ITO Be Continued