The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1862-10-16

The woman moved away fro m the
door, crossing the room toward him,
her eyes fixed searchingly on bis coun-
tenance. There was a shade of doubt
in her manner.
"Sit down." He moved chair close
to the one he occupied, but little in
front, so that he could look at her d.
rectly, and, taking her hand as she ap-
preached, drew her down into it. Still
holding her hand after she was seated,
and still gazing at her with eyes full of
interest, he said:
care you not so well tonight, Flor
ence? You look unusually pale"
Her cheeks found, on the instant,
unwonted color. Her eyes shone with
the flushing of tears. There was a
motion Of her lips, but no words parted
them.
at hurts me, darling, to see you
dropping about in this sad, weary way.
Can nothing be done? Have you pain
tonight ?''
The tenderness of voice was genu-
inc. The mans heart was stirring from
long, dull sleep-and it was time.
81 have no pain" She bent forward
quickly and hid her face against him,
catching her breath and holding back
a sob that was leaping past her throat.
With a touch that sent a thrill of Joy
along every awakening nerve, the man
laid his hand upon her head, smoothing
back the hair with soft caresses, then
STOPPING over, he kissed her.
"What does this mean, Harvey ?"
The woman lifted herself all trembling,
and drawing back, looked in a wild,
eager way into her husbands face.
"What can it mean, Florence, but
love? Are you not my pure, true
hearted wife {? Oh, that could bring
back the old light to your eyes, the
old health to your cheeks, the old glad
ness to your heart! What can l do,
Florence p
"Love me as of DID," she answered,
passionately finging herself on his
bosom. "Oh, my husband !! l am
starving for lack of love-"
'Not starving, Florence! Oh, my
wife how can you say this when you
are the most precious thing / have in
this world !? When the fear of losing
you forever haunts me day and night p
She raised herself again. AS her
face became visible her husband saw
that it was almost radiant. The lost
sweetness and beauty were restored.
Gam / awake or dreaming? ?" she
said.
"You are awake, dear-wide awake,
after long nightmare" was an
swered.
"Perhaps l may sleep again." Her
voice fell.
'Not if in my power to hold you
away from enchanted ground. [ may
have seemed cold on the outside, Flor
ence, but my heart was warm. II
carries no image but yours. Trust me
for the future"
"Our lives, Harvey, touch the out
side of things" she answered; "and il
that be cold, how can l help feeling
the chill =? If there is no tenderness
in the eyes and voice, if loving speech
is withheld, how can we be sure tha,
love is in the heart? There may be
rain enongh in the clouds, but if it fall
not on the thirsty flowers they will per
ish. Don't forget this, Harvey; an,
if you love me say the sweet words of
ten, that my soul may have assurance.
and joy"
Ii Hermann could have looked on
this scene he would have known what
kind of harvests ripened from seed hs
was scattering-in doubt and hope
broadcast among the people, weariet
often, and sometimes fainting. But h,
could not know. And it was as well
Self-discipline and strife with doub
were needed for tie perfecting of biz
life. The unrest, born of vague ques
tionings as tn use and duty, gave vital
ity to thought, qnickened his mind fo
higher efforts, and held him to worl
that needed to be done. And it wa
a goo,l work if such fruit as we hav
seen crowned many OF its harvests
Faint not, Hermann "In the morn
ing SOW thy seed, and in the cvenin:
withhold not thy hand for thou know
est not whether will prosper, eithe
this or that, or whether they both shal
be alike good" Haspers Magazines
sWA A little boy seeing drunkel
man PROSTATE before the door of grog
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