- tion arrived at again and again, was to fly from the
glowing thistle that might stunt all Life's roses, and make them come to the dropping at half blow. About Marrion Latham she was insane.
"Insane?" you say. That's a harsh word isn't it? But in love are any of us particularly sane? Something said to her, "try to realize that happiness is not for woman, but as years go on you will not mind that. Only be true to your sense of right and you will find sweet peace, and a great content will be sure to come at last."
She felt that the best plan for her was to take her husband away from his associates, herself away from hers, and let time and change bring about a reformation, and, in spite of the warning, she hoped that the old fond love would come to them again.
There is no period in life when we are more accessible to friendship than in the interval which succeeds the disappointment of the passions. There is then, in those gentler feelings, something that keeps alive but does not fever the affections. Marrion had influenced himself to believe that such was his interest in Cherokee, but he was never more deceived.
Cherokee's trouble in regard to her husband, and her fear of the growing regard for Marrion were
