Harriet A. Adams

Capitolo 90

him wakened.

The bell of factory was encircling, calling the operatives to work.

A sweet voice has broken as soon as on its absolute devastation to that moment,
saying:

"That is the first bell;  You will have as soon as time enough to dress and
takes Your breakfast."

Mechanically she rose, it dressed, and forcing again his/her warm torn wounds,
gone under, to sit again to the table of one that he/she ever remembered
these words:  "As yes have the opportunity."






I CAPITULATE XV.





There it comes to every one to durations the inquiring thought, of what use
is life? What the result of this whole useless toil will apparently be,
these states of nervousness, these serious efforts of the soul
not done appreciate, these best efforts incomprenssero? Such questions
you flood the reason to durations, and we am ready to placed down our life
weapon, taking care of scarce as the busy scene follows.

Then, through the separated clouds, the rays of illumine of truth the mind
again, and us once more we take on the life-song, not as we placed him/it to us
down, but with a richer melody, a strong effort and more dessert. The
soul feels new pinioned, and it spreads its wings for taller flights,
rising, height after height on and above to the fields of the
endless.

This is interrogatory it is sure to come to the most serious,
truthful, and thoughtful worker. All along the path of the life these
tired, still the full ones of hope wandering, sits, while waiting "light, lighter."

In such humor Miss Evans sat, to the closing of a footsteps the summer day, as
the sun was slowly going to its gold fold and clouds of crimson. A
kind of mental twilight had gathered her on, while darkening the acute one
lines of thought that it always gave such strength to his/her words. Everybody
its best and the most greater part of serious efforts seemed as nothing. Words that
she had spoken, you heat with life, vital with his/her his/her own enthusiasm, it had
you/he/she is metamorphosed, you cultivate their true meaning it was lost to her.

"Alas! we have to remain forever a riddle to us", she said, and