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A MODEL MAN
By George Munson.
"What I admire- -so much about
John Win ton," said Mrs. Lowndes,
looking up from her "Missionary Re
.view," "is that he is such a model
young man. Worldly pleasures don't
occupy his mind at all, as is the case
with so many young men nowadays."
"Yes, mamma," answered Dorothy,
yawning oveV a tract upon the reli
gious status of the Singhalese.
"And when my time comes to pass
on," continued her mother, "I shall do
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life?
'Yes, Mamma," Answered Dorothy.
so serenely, confident that my dear
daughter is happily married to one of
the least worldly-minded men I have
ever known."
Dorothy studied the Singhalese
with great devotion, and, after a few
moments, Mrs. Lowndes returned to
her "Missionary Reyiew."
John Winton and Dorothy had been
engaged for nearly a year. Both had
come from the same village. After
the death .of Uorothy's -father the.
widow had moved to an apartment in
Brooklyn, in order to be near the cen
ter of missionary enterprise on which
her soul was set. John was a lawyer
in New York, and came over to
Brooklyn two or three times a week
to see his fiancee.
In spite of a happy home life, Doro
thy had been growing more and more
troubled of late. She had made a
number of friends in Brooklyn, and
had very soon perceived that the at
mosphere of a big city was very dif
ferent from that of a village. Her
friends went to theaters and dances
as a matter of course; insensibly Dor
othy had fallen into their ways of
thought. Unknown to her mother she
had seen Shakespeare represented
three times that winter, and "had
spent one delirious evening at the op
era house. As her mother asked no
questions, it was not necessarjf to de
ceive her, yet Dorothy felt what a
pang the good lady would receive if
ever she knew of these worldly lapses.
But something had been troubling
Dorothy more than this, and that was
a growing doubt as to her suitability
for John. John had been the model
boy of Winchendon. They had been
sweethearts there years ago and
when the Lowndes moved to Brook
lyn and John had renewed his visits
he seemed to have remain uncorrupt
ed by his contact with the world. His
interests were with those of Mrs.
Lowndes, and Dorothy, in their pres
ence, felt like a secret sinner. The
memory of that night at the opera
house lay heavily upon her con
science. Wild thoughts of confession haunt
ed her and made her anything but
cheerful when John paid ' his next
Sunday visit (
"It is such a comfort to me to know
that your interests in life are just the
same as Dorothy's, John' said Mrs.
Lowndes. I
"Yes," answered . John soberly.
"Life should be so serious. It is seri
ous, Mrs. Lowndes. When we look
round us and think; of the-human,b-
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