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Show The Journey to Desire. By Mrs. W. Russell. They were bound for the hill top called Desire a woman and a man. They had been told that it was good to be there. They believed that it must be. They believed be-lieved it because they had seen so many going thither with faces rapture-filled. Down in the valley where they hailed from, the Valley of Placid Content, they had often pazed up longingly at Desire but not until now had they dared to see it for themselves the woman and the man. So it was that the man left his work and the woman wo-man hers and set out forthwith together. "What a steep hill, when one once begins to climb," said the man, who was already regretting his choice, but was afraid to retreat. "Yes, veiy steep and rocky, but worth all the trouble when we get there," replied his companion, compan-ion, brightly. "And you think it must be as pictured," continued con-tinued the man, contemplatively, as a sudden wavo or regret swept over him. "You think it I !BijjT lE; will pay us for all wo are leaving?" I jlfjiJK fH "Surely, surely," the woman repliod, as she I In B Eve-like nestled closer to him tempting him on. 1 SL rt jg B "I. too, have left much in the Valley of Placid S I'll IB Content. There's homo and husband and children I flPjjL JH good name. I have given up more than have j p.bB you, for I can never return to these things n jF1,'t.''m t'R whereas you" b1S,PK "True, true," replied tho man, softly, 'a'nd yet i few t fR you do not regret." j J ' jj) ,.K And so, by degrees, the climb was made and ri B the hill top, Desire, met their view. J S wrfM Weary, worn with the ascent, which at no 1 tf-yff ;jB time had been smooth, they sank upon tho yield- n fj 1 j5 m ing grass, the woman and the man. They gazed, fj j !Hj too, down upon the Valley they had left, tho Val- Jtf j fc L qfl ley of Placid Content, but they could not see it '(j n!'ig iK clearly through the mist of Error that everywhere '"i m 'PIR surrounded them. ilvNB The woman was the first to speak. Sho did not 'I i"'VlB speak, however, just at first. She cried softly, S'lllu'liB sadly as only a woman can cry. ia , LsptHi "I am sorry," sho said, "so sorry. Desire is 4 tMk Jfli not what I dreamed it was. It is cruel to be so 1, I'fjtf'&flj deceived; it is heart rending; it is death!" 1 pJPIJMj But the man did not hear her plaintive moans, J JR, Jm for ho had left the woman, retraced his steps pj M ft l'B and was making great headway toward the valley ' m iiK- he had left the Valley of Placid Content. St. J jtjV Louis Mirror. Jf $ jH |