Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-04-02
just these other certain things shall

just these other certain things shall
not be done!"
Then, because we can't all be per-
feet, it would be better not to try to
be good at all?" the bishop asked, re-
stored to equanimtty by what he
chose to consider an unqualified
apology. and %resunains his favorite
attitude of benignant adviser.
Rachael sighed YEARLY in the
depth OF her soul. She knew that
kindly admonitory tone, that corapla-
cent mi~sconception of her meaning.
She said to herself that in a momen,
tons. and answer them himself.
eve are no perfect ourselves
said the clergyman benevolently, "yet
we expect perfection in others. Be-
fore we will yer change our own
lives we like to look around and see
what other people r doing. Per-
fect1y natural? OF course it's per.
fectly natural, but at the same time
it's one Of the things we must fight.
I shall have to tell you a little story
Of our Rose, as I something's tell some
of my boys at the College Of Divin-
fly" continued the good man Rose,
thirty, was the bishops daughter
Rose" resumed her father, wanted
to study the violin when she was
about twelve. and her peculiar old
pater decided that first she must learn
to cook. Her mother quite agreed
with me, and the young lady was 10.
cordingly taken out to the kitchen
and introduced to some pots and
pans. also got her some book, I've
forgotten it's nane-het mother
would remember: Complete Manual
|of ~oo1.o~,, c>r,eAl;-- - Ah ~~~A
A day or two later I asked her moth.
err how the cooking went OH she
said, Rose has been reading thai
book. and she knows moro than ali
the rest Of us!'"
Rachael laughed generously. The,
had reached the house again now
and Florence. glancine eagerly to.
ward them, was charmed to see both
smiling. She felt hat the bishor
must have influenced Rachael, ana
indeed the clergyman himself wa.
sure that her mood was softer. and
found opportunity before he depart.
that he fancied that they would hear
no more Of the whole miserable bust.
ness.
ooh, Bishop, how wonderful 81
you!" said Florence thankfully.
CHAPTER VI. -
Two weeks later the news Of the
Breckenridge divorce burst like q
bomb in the social sky. Immediate.
~ pictures of the lovely wife, Of Clar.
ence. Of the town house and the
country house began to food the eve.
ming papers, and sven the mornine
journals found room for a column OF
two Of the affair on inside pages
Clarence was tracked to his mountai.
retreat, and as much as possible wal
made OF his refusal to be interviewed
Mrs. Breckenridge wa nowhere to b.
found
The cold wind Of publicity could
not indeed reach her in the quie,
lanes and alone the sandy shore o,
Quaker Bridge. Rachael. known Il
everyone but her kind old landlady a
Mrs Prescott'" could ven glance
then. Her identity. In three long and
peaceful months. was not even &c
much Is suspected. She aid not MIND
the plain country tablA. tho moon.
|venient old farmhouse; she loved hel
new solitude. UnquAstioned, sh1
dreamed through the idle days. read,
ling. thinking, sleeping like 4 chud
She spent long hours on the eeashor.
watching the lazy. punctual dow ant
LuI0o DIG OK Tue waves ina were 0eVe
hurried. Y delayed; her eyes fol.
lowed the dashtnS wings Of thu gulls
1.-The even. steady upward beat o,
strong pinions. the downward drift,
ling through blue air that wa Of I'll
motion the most perfect.
And sometimes in those hours 1,
seemed to Rachael that she was n,
more in the great scheme Of thing,
than n Of these myriad Rulls, thar
one Of the grains OF sand throuef
which she ran her white. unrinred
fingers. Clarence was q dream. Bel.
vedere Bay vas . dream: Il was nj I
haxy. atm memory now: the card,
and the cocktails. the dancing ~
tennis. the powder ana lipred IN h0i
rooms and about siitteftns Dime,
tables. What q hurry and hustle nm
rush 1t all was-for nothing. The on.
ly Actualities were the white sand and
tho cool green water. and the sum
naer sun beating down warmly upon
her bare head.
she Awakened every morning Ia Z
bright, bare room whose three