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It seems as if I had escaped from death, and and my heart was breaking; but now oh, it's all a heavenly mystery!" "Yes," replied Mr. Eltinge brokenly, and with answering emotion, "it is a heavenly mystery. 'Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, saith the Lord."
"You look so pleasantly and kindly, that you must be thinking of Mr. Eltinge," said Van Berg. "You are not to paint my thoughts," said Ida, with a quick flush. "I wish I could." "I'm glad you can't." "You do puzzle one, Miss Mayhew. On the day of our visit to the old garden your thoughts seemed as clear to me as the water of the little brook, and I supposed I saw all that was in your mind.
This aged man, who lives nearer heaven than earth, can't understand my wicked, passionate heart. My story will only shock and pain him, and it's a shame to pollute this place with such a story." "You spoke as if you were alone and friendless in the world," said Mr. Eltinge, trying to help her make a beginning. "Are you an orphan?" "No," said Ida, with rising color, and averting her face.
At last she said slowly: "I wonder if it will be possible for a Divine love gradually to supplant a human love? 'Whom to know is eternal life. This hope seems to be my only hope my only remedy, my one chance. I must soon go back to the city, where I cannot see good old Mr. Eltinge, where I will no longer have the excitement of occasionally meeting Mr.
One comes from the man who can be counted on to say: "They tell me that show at the Eltinge What's it called? 'Tickling Tottie's Tummy? well, they say it's pretty raw. Certainly does beat all how there are some men who just have to see a show soon's they hear it's smutty. I can't understand it." This might be called the Comment Ingenuous.
I'll see him before before" she shuddered, and scarcely dared to put her dark purpose in thought in the presence of one who had lived patiently at God's will for nearly a century. She stepped out into the night and watched for his coming. In a moment or two the old gentleman also passed out, and stood waiting for his carriage. Timidly approaching him, she said, "Mr. Eltinge, may I speak with you?"
Eltinge, had given a glimpse of the awful abyss into which she had well nigh plunged, dragging others, perhaps, after her. She recoiled from it all so strongly that she became sick and faint from dread; and Van Berg was compelled to support her to a rustic seat near the path.
By an illustration, which you will pardon me for not repeating, he made it clear to me as the light that in the intent of my heart I had been guilty of murder. Mr. Van Berg, may you never know the agony and remorse that I suffered for the few moments I saw my sin somewhat as it must appear to God, and to good men like Mr. Eltinge. I was overwhelmed. It seemed as if my crime would crush me.
Eltinge must also find a congenial friend in the woman he so greatly admired. As the remainder of the day passed, this new cloud darkened and seemed to shadow even himself. While he could detect no flaw in her courtesy, he could not help feeling that she made a conscious effort to avoid them both. At dinner she conversed chiefly with her cousin.
Almost instantly Ida clapped her hands, exclaiming with delight: "The tree is perfect, and oh, Mr. Eltinge, I shall always have you now, with your dear kind face turned towards me as I have seen it to-day!" Suddenly her manner changed, and in a tone full of disappointment she added, "Oh, Mr. Van Berg, how could you spoil my picture? You have put me in it."
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