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When　it　was　possible　without　attracting　attention　his　eyes　followed

her；　and　yet　his　conduct　was　governed　so　thoroughly　by　good　taste

and　chivalric　regard　for　the　lady　herself；　that　only　eyes　rendered

penetrating　by　the　promptings　of　the　heart　would　have　seen　anything

more　than　the　general　friendliness　which　she　inspired　on　every

side。



Stanton；　on　the　contrary；　grew　more　undisguised　and　demonstrative

in　his　attentions；　although　he　aimed　to　conceal　his　feeling　under

the　humorous　and　bantering　style　of　address　that　was　habitual　with

him。　　The　guests　of　the　house　were　not　very　long　in　recognizing　in

him　an　admirer　of　Miss　Burton；　but　they　imagined　that　his　devotion

was　caused　more　by　a　wish　to　while　away　his　idle　hours　than　from

any　other　motive；　and　it　was　also　quite　evident　that　the　young　lady

herself　took　the　same　view。　　She　gave　a　light　and　humorous　aspect

to　everything　she　said；　and　permitted　him　scarcely　an　opportunity

for　a　solitary　〃tete…a…tete。〃　　In　vain　he　placed　his　bays　and　buggy

at　her　disposal。



〃I　am　social　and　gregarious　in　my　tastes；〃　she　would　reply；　〃and

need　the　exhilaration　of　a　party　to　enjoy　myself。〃



Thus　Stanton　was　led　to　a　course　of　action　decidedly　in　contrast

with　his　past　tendencies。　　He　would　attach　his　bays　to　a　roomy

carriage；　giving　her　a　〃carte…blanche〃　in　making　up　the　party　if

she　would　be　one　of　the　number。　　He　would　perspire　like　a　hero　in

any　boating　excursion　or　picnic　that　she　would　originate；　and　thus

the　fastidious　and　elegant　fellow　often　found　himself　in　unwonted

company；　for；　with　an　instinct　peculiarly　her　own；　she　soon　found

out　the　comparatively　poor　and　neglected　in　the　hotel；　and　appeared

to　derive　her　chief　pleasure　in　enlivening　their　dull　days。

Quick…witted　Stanton　early　learned　that　the　surest　way　to　winning

a　smile　from　her　was　to　be　polite　to　people　that；　hitherto；　he　had

habitually　ignored。　　To　Miss　Burton　herself　he　made　no　secret　of

the　fact　that　his　course　was　prompted　only　by　a　desire　to　please

her；　but　she　smiling　persisted　in　ascribing　it　all　to　his　good…nature

and　kindness　of　heart。











Chapter　XIX。　　Man's　Highest　Honor。









Van　Berg　had　not　been　very　long　in　discovering　that　Miss　Burton

had　a　ruling　passion；　and　it　seemed　to　him　a　rather　unique　one。

He　was　familiar　with　the　many　forms　of　self…seeking；　common　in

society；　he　knew　of　those　who　were　devoted　to　literature；　science；

or　some　favorite　calling；　as　he　was　to　his　art；　he　had　seen　a　few

who　apparently　so　abounded　in　genial　good…nature　that　they　rarely

lost　an　opportunity　of　performing　a　kind　act；　and　there　were　men

and　women　in　the　world　who；　he　believed；　had　fully　consecrated

themselves　to　the　work　of　doing　good　from　the　purest　and　divinest

motives：　　but　he　did　not　remember　of　ever　having　met　with　one　whose

whole　thought　appeared　bent　on　disseminating　immediate　sunshine。



And　yet　this　seemed　true　of　Miss　Burton。　　With　admirable　tact；

with　a　tireless　patience；　and　an　energy　out　of　proportion　in　one

so　fragile；　she　kept　herself　quietly　and　unobtrusively　busy　among

the　miscellaneous　people　of　the　house。　　Her　charity　was　wide　enough

for　all。　　Wherever　she　could　discover　gloom；　despondency；　dulness；

or　pain；　there　she　tried　to　shine　like　a　sunbeam；　as　if　that　were

the　primal　law　of　her　being。　　She　rarely　sought　to　〃do　good〃　in　the

ordinary　acceptance　of　the　term；　still　more　rarely　did　she　speak

of　her　own　personal　faith；　to　cheer　and　to　brighten　appeared　to

be　her　one　constant　impulse。　　It　was　evident　that　this　had　become

a　kind　of　second　nature　in　her　now；　but　the　thought　occurred　more

than　once　to　Van　Berg　that　she　had　adopted　this　course　at　first

to　escape　from　herself　and　her　own　unhappy　memories。　　Every　day

increased　the　conviction　that　sorrow　was　the　black；　heavy　soil　that

produced　this　constant　bloom　of　unselfish　deeds。



Before　the　week　was　over　she　gave　him　special　reason　to　believe

that　this　was　true。　　They　were　walking　up　and　down　the　piazza　one

evening　and　had　been　talking　with　much　animation　on　a　subject　of

mutual　interest。　　But　she　proved　that　there　was　in　her　mind　a　deeper

and　stronger　current　of　thought　than　that　which　had　been　apparent。

As　the　duskiness　increased；　and　as　in　their　promenade　their　faces

were　turned　away　from　those　who　might　have　observed　them；　she　said

a　little　abruptly　and　yet　with　tremulous　hesitancy：



〃Mr。　Van　Berg；　does　your　philosophy　teach　you　to　believe；　as　you

sung；　on　Sabbath　evening；　that





'There　is　no　power　to　sever

　The　strong　and　true　in　mind？'〃





Before　answering　he　turned　to　look　at　her。　　Her　face　seemed　to

stand　out　from　the　gloom　of　the　night　with　a　light　of　its　own；　and

was　so　white　and　eager　as　to　be　almost　spirit…like。　　His　tones　were

sad　as　he　replied：



〃I　wish　I　could　answer　you　otherwise　than　as　I　must；　for　the　impulse　to

say　some　words　of　comfort；　which　I　feel　you　need；　is　very　strong。

I　only　sang　of　what　I　wished　on　Sunday　evening。　　I　have　little

philosophy；　and　still　less　of　definite　belief　in　regard　to　the

future　life。　　While　I　am　not　a　theoretic　skeptic；　all　questions　of

faith　are　to　me　so　vague　and　incomprehensible　that　I　am　a　practical

materialist；　and　live　only　in　the　present　hour。〃



〃But；　Mr。　Van　Berg；〃　she　said；　in　a　low　tremulous　tone；　〃can　you

not　understand　that　some　people　cannot　live　in　the　present　hour；

try　as　they　may？　　Oh；　how　desperately　hard　I　try　to　do　so！　　Can

you　not　imagine　that　something　in　one's　past　may　make　a　future

necessary　to　save　from　despair？　　If　I　lost　my　hold　on　that　future

I　should　go　mad；〃　she　added　in　a　whisper。　　〃How　can　any　materialistic

philosophy　be　true　when　it　fails　us　and　so　bitterly　disappoints　us

in　our　need？〃



〃I　do　not　say　it　is　true；〃　he　replied；　earnestly。　　〃Indeed　your

words　and　manner　prove　to　me；　as　could　no　labored　argument；　what　a

poor　superficial　thing　it　is。　　I　feel；　with　the　force　of　conviction；

that　it　can　no　more　meet　your　need　than　could　the　husks　which　the

swine　did　eat。〃



〃Since　you　were　sincere；　I　will　be　also；〃　she　continued　in　the

same　low　tone；　looking　away　from　him　into　the　dark　cloudy　sky。　　〃As

the　hymn　I　sung　may　have　suggested　to　you；　I　have　not　got　very　far

beyond　mere　submission　and　hope。　　Something　in　my　own　soul　as　well

as　in　revelation　tells　me　that　there　is　a　'happier　shore；'　and　I

am　trying　to　reach　it；　but　the　way；　too　often；　is　like　that　sky；

utterly　opaque　and　rayless。〃



〃I　regret　more　deeply　than　you　can　ever　know；　Miss　Burton；　that　I

find　nothing　in　my　own　knowledge　or　experience　to　help　you。　　All

I　can　offer　is　my　honest　sympathy；　and　that　you　have　had　from　the

first；　for　from　the　time　of　our　first　meeting　the　impression　has

been　growing　upon　me　that　your　character　had　obtained　its　power

and　beauty　through　some　deep　and　sorrowful　experience。　　But　while

I　am　unable　to　give　you　any　help；　perhaps　I　can　suggest　a　pleasant

thought　from　your　own　illustration。　　The　black　clouds　yonder　which

seem　to　you　a　true　type　of　the　shadows　that　have　fallen　across

your　path；　are；　after　all；　but　a　film　in　the　sky。　　The　sun；　and　a

multitude　of　other　luminous　worlds；　are　shining　beyond　them　in　the

heavens。　　I　would　I　had　your　chances　of　reaching　a　'happier　shore。'〃



〃That's　a　pretty　sentiment；〃　she　said；　shaking　her　head　slowly；

〃but　those　luminous　worlds　are　a　great　way　off；　with　cold　and　vast

reaches　of　space　between　them。　　Besides；　a　luminous　world　would

not　do　me　one　bit　of　good。　　I　want…〃　she　stopped　abruptly　with

something　like　a　low　sob。　　〃There；　there；〃　she　resumed　hastily

dashing　away　a　few　tears。　　〃I　have　occupied　your　thoughts　too　long

with　my　forlorn　little　self。　　I　did　not　mean　to　show　this　weakness；

but　have　been　betrayed　into　doing　os；　I　think；　because　you　impressed

me　as　being　honest；　and　I　thought　that　perhapsperhaps　your　man's

reason　might　have　thought　of　some　argument　or　probably　conjecture

relating　to　the　subject　that；　for　causes　obvious　to　you；　would　be

naturally　interesting　to　one　so　alone　in　the　world　as　I　am。〃



〃I　am　sorry　indeed　that　I　never　used　my　reason　to　so　good　a　purpose；〃

he　replied；　〃and　yet；　as　I　said　at　first；　these　subjects　have　ever

seemed　to　me　so　above　and　beyond　my　reason　that　I　have　carelessly

given　them　the　go…by。　　My　profession　has　wholly　absorbed　me　since

I　have　been　capable　of　anything　worth　the　name　of　thought；　and　the

world；　toward　which　your　mind　is　turning；　is　so　large　and　vague

that　I　cannot　even　follow　you；　much　less　guide。〃



She　sighed：　　〃It　is　indeed　'large　and　vague。'〃　　Then　she　added　in

firm；　quiet　tones：　　〃Mr。　Van　Berg；　please　forget　what　I　have　said。

The　weak　must　show　their　weakness　at　times　in　spite　of　themselves；

and　your　kindness　and　sincerity　have　beguiled　me　into　inflicting

myself　upon　you。〃



〃You　ask　that　which　is　impossible；　Miss　Burton；〃　he　replied　earnestly。

〃I　cannot　forget　what　you　have　said；　nor　do　I　wish　to。　　I　need　not

assure　you；　however；　that　I　regard　your　confidence　as　sacred　as　if

it　came　from　my　own　sister。　　Will　you　also　let　me　say　that　I　never

felt　so　honored　before　in　my　life　as　I　have　to…night；　in　the　fact

that　I　seemed　to　your　woman's　intuition　worthy　of　your　trust。〃



They　were　now　turned　towards　the　light　that　streamed　dimly　from

one　of　the　windows。　　She　looked　up　at　him　with　a　bright；　grateful

smile；　but　she　apparently　saw　something　in　his　eager　face　and　manner

which　checked　her　smile　as　suddenly　as　if　he　had　been　an　apparition。



she　gave　him　her　hand；　saying　hastily；　〃Good…night；　Mr。　Van　Berg；

I　thank　you。　　IIdo　not　feel　very　well；〃　and　she　passed　swiftly

to　a　side　door　and　disappeared。











Chapter　XX。　　A　Wretched　Secret　that　Must　be　Kept。









The　interview　described　in　the　previous　chapter　touched　Van　Berg

deeply；　but　its　close　puzzled　him。　　Under　the　influences　of　his

aroused　feelings　had　his　face　expressed　more　than　mere　sympathy？

Had　her　strong　intuition；　that　was　like　a　second　sight；　interpreted

his　heart　more　clearly　than　he　had　been　able　to　understand　it　himself

as　yet？　　Reason　and　judgement；　his　privy　council；　had　already　begun

to　advise　him　to　win　if　possible　this　unselfish　maiden；　who　with

a　divine　alchemy　transmuted　her　shadows　into　sunshine　for　others；

and　often　suggested　the　thought；　if　she　can　do　this　in　sorrow；　how

inexpressibly　happy　she　might　make　you　and　your　aged　father　and

mother　if　you　could　first　find　out　in　some　way　how　to　make　her

happy。



Indeed；　so　clear　a　case　did　these　counsellors　make　out；　that　conscience

added　her　authoritative　voice　also；　and　assured　him　that　he　would

be　false　to　himself　and　his　future　did　he　not；　to　the　utmost；　avail

himself　and　his　future　did　he　not；　to　the　utmost；　avail　himself

of　the　opportunity　of　winning　one　whose　society　from　the　first　had

been　an　inspiration　to　better　thoughts　and　better　living。



Until　this　evening　his　heart　had　remained　sluggish。