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He strode on, and Manella stood watching hi sky Her dark eyes were ,--she felt herself to be wronged and slighted undeservedly And beneath this personal e sense of jealousy, for in spite of all he had said, she felt that there was some secret between him and "the little wonderful white wouess and which was probably the reason of his self-sought exile and seclusion

"I wish now I had gone with her!" she ht have helped ht have become a lady!"

She walked slowly and dejectedly back to the Plaza, knowing in her heart that lady or no lady, her rich beauty was useless to her, inasmuch as it made no effect on the one man she had elected to care for, unwanted and unasked Certain physiologists teach that the law of natural selection is that the fe this line of argument is that she may choose where her choice is unwelcome and irresponsive Manella was a splendid type of primitive womanhood,--healthy, warm-blooded and full of hymeneal passion,--as a wife she would have been devoted,--as a mother superb in her tenderness; but, measured by modern standards of advanced and restless fee, without the ability to think for herself or to analyse subtleties of emotion Intellectuality had no part in her; less, and she had not the patience to listen to any conversation that rose above the food and business of the day She was confused and bewildered by everything the strange recluse on the hill said to her,--she could not follow him at all,--and yet, the purely physical attraction he exercised over her nature drew her to hi for a love she knew she could never win She would have gladly been his servant on the mere chance and hope that possibly in soht have yielded to the importunity of her tenderness; Adonis himself in all the freshness of his youth never exercised abearded e loveliness of a goddess and the soul of a little child What was the singular fascination which like the "pull" of a raph wires, forced a woh creature as indifferent to it as to a flower he trauarded moment of self-betrayal,--but Nature is jealous of her secrets,--they have to be coaxed out of her in the slow course of centuries And with all the coaxing, the subtle work of her woven threads between the Like and the Unlike remains an unsolved mystery