The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 17, 1901, Page 6

G THIS SU NDAY CALL 7z = = i—- 5 o o THE SIGH OF THE . o e D.T.PIERCE she lived with her mother, an invertebrate looked In at the uncurialned window, might have been. and hers was that “And ve verson, in the mixing of whose brains close to which Mollle was standing, and strong feellng of betrayai in a priceless bit7" I erf some important ingredient had palpably the lght flared suddenly on Owen arp and put Wrong circumstance been lef! t i taf- trust that {s so apt to v v b left out. fcrd's face, dark, ugly. distorted by the a noble nature. T RIS If e Bal Dot Come and see me to-morrow,” I rald. passions that convulsed it, for not love. “I think our mothers ought to tell us,” *“What I RER as we reached the doorstep, and I saw t passion, but instincts lower and she 1d ght to open our call it %o’ 5 that she half hesitated, for within all wis deeper than passion were there, and [ ey for course, for if we How could I love what ca me Su dark and uninviting as a tomb—"I can heard her utter a sharp cry of fear, for do not learn by other people’s expe b Ak S ot _ lend you some new books, and would like cven her ignorance knew that this Was we are bound to do so by our ows, and x> to see vour sketches.' not love. The match went out and hid nift eomes awfully rough on s giri, shall be delighted.” she said, adding, the brute, and the terror of her sweet goesn't §t7° “I won't ask you in to-night, for mother f8Ce, and terror is the most fatal emo- “Poor Mollie—poor Httle child,” I 1 . tion a woman can show at such a time o peary purning within me as I thought K “Yob are here alone?’T cried In s much 08 this, with a certain kind of man; often ¢ thay poor fondy, her mother. ement as if 1 d'd not know alreadv It Wakes but a wiid beast of him, and it *xgpaPGhan T do?” went or the onsible. incredible fools moth. Made one of Owen Stafford now “for T can’t tell her. She wou > sion can be. 1 héard & stified sound, knew that he p ., | pegged her not 1o les . e sald, bravely: then, meeting ()l‘,:‘fm:“,“"n,l‘f“ju:}:‘"m:""'m"““j‘h’:“‘*"‘,:l“ ! house alone-—she would not listen even 7 r 100 v “T do as b ope! or, €8 Derhiape ¢ill g0 away— i f!rk;f"f:l:r;‘l‘:c' Jdon't Uue It T towd cut her name. T heard a strangied her this. Perhaps he will go away— - 5 not understand sng then Mollle rushed at me in the ¢ knows that 1 cannot fo % ness., trembling vieolent! and clun ntil my art lessons begin e * 3 “But you have some old servant with me At breakf: nak it she were mad with fear. It I we 11 can do little to help you.” T said a'ly of his on wh Ve were out of the doll's passage s ly a little girl who goes home at (he dark night in less than a second vexation. “I am rarely here, and I wa X wit 2 tior st have been for semnetimes bevond all arguments, ail night she never let go my hand as I pulled I lived in the pla 1 o her experience, the inheren® rigntness of a 1 stamped my foot on the gravel®ln an u, and across the green, and neither of ct you? And it I spoke to - e - ) ! riumphant. a epparently unreasoning rage. but alas! us spoke till we were inside the door of SIEPlY would not understand—or she One-P PR, D = e 2oy it R at her instinct is absolutel there was only too much reason in it. Yet the rectory. ouldithink that you encou 1 y s < very hanpy at will shake herse how could I interfere? What could I do Then by the light of the hall lamp I I8 =0 difficult to make a goc aw! & .. ¢ ] ropping her voice. loathe it without an .nstant's hest 1o drotect her Y looked at her, and saw how the soft pink derstand a tad man € 1znica iintel & . the stary® 1 tation. d 1 knew that if ever Owen °* .\i), child” I sald. “1 am an cld Wo- ¢f her face was gone, 3 for all the blames her own sex - e r saife Stafford’s attitude of irienGship were re. Man i comparison with you—will you scared look. as If she had seen some fords al s reckon s r ne sig y Ky a B capital out of true_attitude: reaifzed to- take an old woman's advie frightful thing, there was nothing of the not telling. If she does. the s s shrift would be short. “Indeed I wil,” she sald eageérly, “I vixen about her, none of the outraged Is ali for her—none for him r the gi#nt tr * she waid slowly, without loved you the very first moment 1 saw persoval conceit of the modern girl, but [ “I shall be meeting him at every tur or sense of personal appii- you—and I think we shall always be saw that she was mortaliy hurt, disil- said poor Moille. “and how am I to cenm- vanishing lie had g r a moment yoked so like instinet tol One-Pound-One. t Y3 those trees, and s 1 stoo@d locking at t £t t place, which had curiosity I he: treaty was Owen Staffor & moment’s hesitat of the door and in an humble, led stretch of the wildest imag! fitted v-ith a bar, wr w the place, whoever it nt nt to know through and lengths vrongs have dr man of 1 volces within, one r 1bsent Moll earnest be over her e, for often girl's heart sice which previous g moment of attitude living eye nemory 1 her. mere in d been then But that him befo: as his glance me Iw that she was Ji her were off was now tha e 1 s his enem gently by toward the d “I came—I came,” she faltered Mother pieces, ghow me. d I brought her a fn-law,” I said, and shut - her and turned to f: Don't try to rub out made on her yesterday “for you never w You {ry your arts on som nd up to you? A girl of a criminally neglectfui mother—abs alone In the house! You ca t . man?" “She suits me,”” he said (a man alwav3 tninks that a woman was ma to his own especial order, till he h t one of a newer pattern tha better, “and I love ner.”” he ac her!” he repeated. doggedly I a free man I would make her r to-morrow." “No doubt order of wom: order of man. tive. and he make he said. ard way he kept man’s morals ter his manner: the rev: “One would = half-mocki perience, t self.’ could flatten yourself that vou are dividual 1 satisfyin T warn vou t t M your wife—-but vc (2 started and change vou like to & to be her fat oved his dau { God he w he lot of girls everv whit as r “You hit hard, said 1 his o« were whi T mean to—for practicaily no mc her without shamir tis‘ng you to the whole ne's will blame the girl. no* von e has her own inherent richi f protect her. and v art. everv s teach. Go awav shook b head can't go back to her he said. and indeed that TAFFORD™ w * TURMNED TO FACE Cwes friends—a] and features—pretend to hen don’ s 1 did befure—when he has be- 1 ble to me? His face r eves with her 3 lusioned. = n llow any m~n “o eross t of her voic hold tiil your mother comes back. tather and b mind-married or gingle, old or “Do you ung own. broug’ v suffer as I have d feel equal to coming d, for my peopie would won me to the house and (hey “We He looked kee t me. and a differ and better exr sk y And 0T sald stud; No one shall,” she salu gravely. Aor 1F ahe r.m'vt\';fln?fllr'“.-"v'.'."r mother,” 1 said with did not sce her, and she pulled herself “Meanwh poparent rreievance, “I should ltke to ther, and I opened the door and we night and walit to hea ot her. Don't come to the rectory in went in, and found ourselves in a warm, and I won't leave th '!“ Tning. but to tea, and stay and p-lit room that breathed the very out of the wood s et mosphere of peace and home, yes, and of Stufford beaten off th eye of thee day the house was in the goodness. Mollie put her soft cheek ye of the village street—it was the dark- For my brother was walking up and h Tess and night that I feared for her, ard down with a kitten in his arms, listening and mo = Fhe took my hand in one of those grips (o Sarah. who was reading aloud in that wistfully my words, “my f: her—" she that onlv the right sort of woman ever delightful voice which made It a freat sympathe pateed, then added firmly, “he decelved IVeS and sald: “I will come,” and I oniy to hear her speak, and Mollie's hand sivigly. be s sy asg Wy e o {96 kissed the smooth pink cheek, velvet soft twitched in mine. I knew what she was ¢ Ow has a strar the father He t 1@ and the casement loud knocking fro bedridden w his r out to- gethe to the grayness that almost hid s =at like cles the 1 skirts 1w vent I saw he &! if the cultured T went to ! c surroundings brought all 00 out: “I am coming. Mrs ore her the ghastly evening in and then I came hapless creature white k and wait fle her mother took h [ Rapee anx 5 and slept and. potte That was allbut my spirits rose, ani "y, PLAIS of a rose, and left her thinking—what did these Kind souls know & e ‘,‘,f,,'”,f,,,,‘:,[_f:v‘_“'w‘ her moth- ou have conauered said, bu o ad Jife as this poor girl I Aoved the aii) foi s fehelsdarend Aok nding there, fitting her key in the of man's wickedness? The rector knew And T was glad to see that S @4 vot twrn his head or D S She told me periot 5t by the ExtieHsn Ranmty T kil Ahes Bace s ot L himeelf, Sarah all men through him, and warmed to the girl and made a nerecn e fAee "1 W > il 4 apids that must inevitably ing of 2 woman noble bevond even tha L NAd €ome perhaps three hundred 1saw the tears spring to the girl's brave siride toward o greater intimacy thon e " e Yery Saes o ol ey ’:":;“"hx‘é1 trong power of man to mar. And I took tha J2rds: thinking deeply, when I felt caught ©Ves as the sharp contrast of this scene gormerly existed between them. fae v "",l.'_;:' b the ungloved hand, strong as it needed to be 2:1 in a cyclone. and some imperative in- With the one she had just gone through it the worse for his adven- for the work it had o do, and thcught Saiict Sélzed me by the shoulders and came vividly home tg her. come to, and all ita influences for : of my own boy, and wiied . at suen ,orned me sharp round on the path I _‘“‘Mollle Is all alone.” I sald, “and I have good. her The & had come and pulled me up outside Mol- brought her to spend the evening”—and as " -\What a treat It 18 to meet a man e 1P (N0 Sha® nifies by “huc glorfous nams tcr. lie's door. Sarah was intent on the bovkmark that your brother,” she sald to me. as at 10 1’: it to the old woman even worthy to be called pas- She atooped her head (she was tall ana o 5000 afar, and all was dark within, must be placed before rising to greet us, we went out into the datkness fo N S s the very fiower of life). auq well grown) and kissed me, for e nai DUt I récognized two voices, and then I and my brother was short-sighted, the third time that day together, ‘Hie et thriving busines : v otly offers the trashy bauble as s always seemed to understand one anoth- Locr What had brought me back! Owen girl’s pallor, her slight disorder, passed his voice—one could trust him bitnd T FUR B ~ ong months here quivalent for that priceless treasura er, tossed together with similar u‘“(" %t Stafford must have followed us at a dis- unnoticed, and almost immediately [ got “Yes. Mollle, he will try and se Mid had ever been done in at poor place was rox ke & phocica Which every girl shouit guard jealousiy, Intervals of time i this remote Suffolk pna with 2ot tar iengd L0 our discourse, her away upstalrs to remove her hat. and explain his cONdUCt AWAY. What will Rierait and from that day forih as like a physicai till. in exchange for it, sa- receives t village in which I d T all the skill of a professional But she was too plucky to let those you say?" imael? and fre hat day forth b Rty RiB e s s Jo S i mo:esl; oy |hr0\:xuf mot sojourn but (hiez had slipped in as she entered and tears fall, though I, saw her hurt ‘was bt shall tell him,” sald Molite & bethee men _ panion. knows well how ta gi teeiing of 4 the very moment my back was turned. = very deep. For she had genuinely liked liberaely. ‘thar 1 hom b o Ry Lo R bl A feciing of depression stol> over me a3 “I can't find the matches,” she said, the man; he had been to her all that ga A Phams N poen deceived in men, a8 there are good #irls and But wkiz Mollv sooke 1 was shan e approach e y i . e . ed we aporoached the tny house in which ‘and then I heard a match struck and exceptional eider brother who loved her muwinine ro s Wi o *P U N VIR RN T SRV e { hope and 8oes s0 far toward rectory would be a haven for Mollie to or slam ool to me- sne . YO d0ubt he thought he loved her. Many @ Sirl as this might be as =y own dauz1- ’ me books on art from \d _ends me wonderful d 1 don’t aw know how ! could eves