ut I will admit that
the unsuspected longings of some of them are pathetic. Here is a case in
point. I had a caller this very afternoon--a woman of middle age who
used to work for us. She was in distress because she had received an
offer of marriage. From a worldly standpoint she is foolish not to
accept the man, for he is worthy of her, and could provide a home. When
I ventured to say as much she cried, and showed me this clipping from
some old paper. Shall I read it?"

The doctor assented, and Winifred rose and took a slip from the mantel.

"'_There is an interesting old Chinese legend_,'" she read,
"'_which relates how an angel sits with a long pole which he dips
into the Sea of Love and lifts a drop of shining water. With an
expert motion he turns one-half of this drop to the right, where it
is immediately transformed into a soul; the other half to the
left--a male and a female; and these two souls go seeking each
other forever. The angel is so constantly occupied that he keeps no
track of the souls that he separates, and they must depend upon
their own intuition to recognize each other._'"

The old man reached for the paper as Winifred ceased. She was silent as
he glanced it over.

"That old legend did not seem trite to her; it does not to me," said the
girl, as the doctor looked up. "I asked her to leave it for me to copy."

"And the woman?" reminded the doctor.

"She stood before me, gaunt, unlovely, growing old. As I read her
clipping she clasped her hands tensely. 'Don't you see why I don't marry
him?' she cried, and all the romance and persistent hope of her lifetime
came to her faded eyes. 'Because I want to find my other half. Because I
want--Love.'"

"She is all right, and I respect her," said the doctor. "Too many women
sacrifice their personality in loveless marriages."

"I am in doubt," speculated Winifred, "whether the women who lead
colorless, unloved and unloving lives are not happier after all. They
have fewer troubles. Men are very interesting, but they can make a
woman's life so miserable, too."

More than a hint of pathos in this, thought the listener. "How about a
girl making a man miserable?" he inquired. "A girl who has love--deep,
sincere love waiting her recognition?" The surgeon took the knife
resolutely.

"I don't know what you--I was speaking in general----"

"Somewhere in the Bible, I think, somebody goes about seeking whom he
may