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ONLY A GOVERNESS!
Foolish? Why foolish? Is it that my name
Holds less sublimity than hers whose cold Regard, unwarmed by any generous flame,
Half-grudgingly is doled
To him a. for the win are se
11. To him athirst for love? You hold it true
That, for the violet splendours of her eyes (Some say, my own are scarce distinct from blue),
He stoops to idolise
iv. You ask me how I dare to worship him ?
How dared conceive the love that tortures me? How I, so low, could ever dream to swim
Upward, out of the sea
Of meaner place, that plucked me back, with wave
On wave, from possible basking in his smile, . To land where streams of fresh contentment lave
This heart-glow all the while ?
A working woman ?—What had he to do
With such as I am ?— Take my answer, then. Yes, I am working'! The reproach is due;
But not to meto men,
To toil away our sweetness, and who leave
With misery past reprieve,
To earn the bread that men alone should earn,
To warping-forced to learn
The policy of men without man's power
We get, for only dower,
Feelings too hard for woman's tender state,
For comfort; but must wait .....
Well, when I came to work for teacher's wages,
The children of his house were those I taught:My life was fragmented to endless stages
Of alternating thought
And credit .... Through the months I paled and paled; And, partly that he thought my lot was hard,
Partly that I regaled
Who,' as I heard he phrased it, 'seemed all fire,
In energy to aspire
After the unattainable mastery
Demanding manhood'-he would come and stand, And watch me, address me, even flutter me
By proffer of his hand
At parting. Then he showed a noble soul
More ways than one; and kindliness, thereto, Silently edged Regard past all control
To Love. Could woman do
Have you beheld the glory of his eyes
Measured his by the size
Of other souls? I tell you he excels
The multitude of human things as far
He above shame as are
He weds the meaner woman of us two:
How tender and how true
The little pale-faced woman could have proved
How wistful of his comfort and delightHow her wild love would twine and twine, being loved,
And climb, being trained aright.
But he must go! Has he a loss as well ?
I dare affirm it !-Has he found his match ? No! No! A thousand times! My heart can tell,
My brain can faintly catch,
Rising for him (with tenfold misery
More good for him than she
Has soul for being). I dimly see the sequel
Of gathering, greatening trouble on his face,His heart's deep-seated truth being all unequal
To palter to her grace
Must stifle in the quick bewildering hum
Must let what will come, come.
BY B. L. FARJEON, AUTHOR OF 'GRIF,'' JOSHUA MARVEL,' AND
CHAPTER XXXV. stores, was sitting in a corner
nursing the baby, and had as usual MR. PODMORE WISHES TO BE IN
been descanting upon the evils of STRUCTED UPON THE DOCTRINE
coöperation, when Old Wheels enOF RESPONSIBILITY, AND DE
tered. Mr. and Mrs. Gribble junior CLARES THAT HE HAS A PRE
were laughing heartily at something SENTIMENT.
their father had just uttered. EVENTFUL as this night had been “What do you think we're laughto Lily, and destined as it was to ing at, Mr. Wheels ?' asked Gribble live for ever in her memory, it was junior, as the old man sat down. pregnant with yet deeper meaning Old Wheels expressed a desire for her future, and an event was to to be enlightened. occur which was to draw closer to 'Father just said,' explained gether the links of the chain of pure Gribble junior, 'that he supposed and unworthy love which bound they would be trying next to bring her. On this night she saw clearly babies into the world by coöperawhat before had been but dimly tion.' presentable to her. She saw that At which, of course, the laughter Felix loved her; and also that Mr. recommenced. Sheldrake had a passion for her. Why not? grumbled Gribble She was instinctively conscious senior. You can buy pap at the that there was nothing in com stores, and you can buy coffins. mon in the sentiments of these Mind, John, when I'm dead, get two men. Their feelings for her my coffin made by an honest were as wide apart as were their tradesman. If you was to buy characters; and she had already one at a coöperative store, I estimated these correctly, although shouldn't rest in my grave. she did not realise the depth of .. Time enough for that, father,' baseness from which Mr. Shel- replied Gribble junior, in a busidrake's passion sprung. She was ness-like tone, and yet with affectoo pure and innocent for that. tion; ‘you're good for twenty years
When the party left for the thea- yet, I hope and trust.' tre, Old Wheels found the time pass 'I should be, John, if trade was slowly enough, although he was allowed to go on in a proper to some extent comforted by the way. But coöperation 'll be the knowledge that Felix had gone to death of me long before my proper · watch over his devoted girl. For time.'
the purpose of whiling away a few “My girl's gone to the theatre,' minutes, he went up to Gribble observed Old Wheels, to change junior's room, and found that wor- the subject. thy man and his wife working cheer “It'll do her good,' said Mrs. fully as usual. Gribble junior's Gribble ; "she's been looking pale father, the victim of coöperative of late.'
'I'm going to take father to the Music Hall to-night,' said Gribble junior. 'He's never been to one. You see, Mr. Wheels, what I complain of in father is, that he won't keep moving.
'It's too late, John; it's too late. My joints are stiff.'
Perhaps so, but there's no occasion to make 'em stiffer. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Go in for everything, I say-go in for work, and go in for play; and keep moving. How do you think baby's looking, Mr. Wheels?'
Old Wheels pinched the baby's cheek, and said gaily that the cooperative store couldn't turn out a baby like that.
"Do you hear that, father?' cried Mrs. Gribble junior, with a merry laugh. “Do you hear that?
Mr. Wheels is quite right,' replied Gribble senior, faithful to his theories; 'it ain't likely that anything good and wholesome can come out of coöperation.'
How's trade, Mr. Gribble?' · Well, it's no use grumbling, but it ain't as good as it should be. I had an idea yesterday, though. It was raining, you know, and I had no jobs on hand. The hospital ain't as full as it ought to be. I went out in the rain yesterday with three new umbrellas under my arm, and one over my head. What for, now? you'll ask. To sell 'em ? no; people never buy umbrellas in rainy weather of their own accord; they always wait for a fine day. No; I had an idea, and I carried it out in this way. I saw a respectable man, with an umbrella over his head that wanted mending. I followed him home, and just as he knocked at his door, I went up to him, and said I was an umbrella-maker, and would like the job of mending his umbrella. “But I've only got this one,” he said, “and I want to go out again.” “I'm prepared for that, sir," I said; "here's my card, and
here's a new umbrella as good as yours. I'll leave this with you to use till I bring back your own, properly mended." He was tickled at the idea, and was more tickled when I told him that, trade being slack, I had come out on purpose to look out for umbrellas that wanted mending. “You're an industrious fellow,” he said, with a laugh. “Yes, sir,” I answered, “if work won't come to you, you must go to work. Keep moving, that's my motto. If you can't get work, make it.” Well, he gave me his secondhand umbrella, and took my new one. In this way, in less than three hours, I got rid of my four new umbrellas, and got four jobs. I took them back this afternoon, and — would you believe it, Mr. Wheels ?—not only did I get paid well for the jobs, but two of the gentlemen bought two of my new umbrellas, and said I deserved to be encouraged. And I think I am,' added Gribble junior, complacently. 'I made a good job of that idea, and I daresay it'll bring me in some money. You see, an umbrella is such an awkward thing to get mended, when it's out of order. Not one person out of twenty knows where to take it to. Well, go to them. I hope it'll rain to-morrow.'
When Old Wheels was in his room again, it was natural that his thoughts should dwell much on the conversation that had taken place between himselfand Lily. It brought the past before him, and he was painfully startled by the resemblance which the present crisis in the life of his darling bore to that other event in the life of her mother which had wrecked the happiness of that unhappy woman. He opened the cupboard, and saw the little iron box. Very sad were the thoughts it suggested as he brought it to the table and opened it. There was a little money in it, sufficient for