Litchfield enquirer., 1874-12-03

Women can do such things sometimes without betraying."
 It was more than he could bear.
 naisyR he cried cut: and she felt hifn trembling all over. 70 God!" he said, ''this is hard!"
 She lifted her face and looked at hlm.
 'sHard?' she fepeated.s siH
 He held her up and looked straight in1 to her eyes.
 'T will tell you, he said, almost fsres- aET have hidden it loak 8nuAeh. I ~ih tell you now, though it can do no good. Do you remember that told you the trouble I bore was not my own?"
 "Yes, she answered trembling.
 "Well, l" he cried out, 'ft was your trou- ble. yOurs-the pain I had only that day found out was coming to you."
 'But," she ltered-'ebut you, said4l :" And her eyes opened wide upon him in a new recognition.
 "Yes, he ended for her-''yes, said 1t was trouble feared for the woman I loved, and it is y0u have loved, and you have never guessed iti' and his broken voice held something like an uncontrolla- ble passion of reproach. "Oh, Daisy" he said, ,-s'oh Daisy. it is you-it is youp'
 When she fell back upon her pillows and hid her face, he hid his face too in both his hands. s Ia' - fos-sa --o' @' !
 'You never dreamed that could love you, he said; ''but have loved you all my life. I was nobody but Bart to you, but I loved the least thing you had ever touched. It was hard enough for me when he came, but it was harder when began to see how you must suffer, and had no chance of saving you, because you clung to your secret so closely. Oh, Daisy, it was hard. 4 ~
 So he had told his secret, and the wrench was over, and indeed he had borne his load so long that after the first pain he almost felt 8 sense of rest.
 It was sometime before either spoke. Desiree, hiding her face, cried softly, and Bart sat still. wondering wearily how it It was Mrs. Reid who broke in upon the stiffness, coming to the door.
 Desire" she said, ::'you must-not sit here too long," 10T 'IrI+63'r
 "No," said Bart, ''she must not. I for got how weak she was. Daisy, will you let me carry you Tn again?"
 Yes. Daisy thought she would go. So he picked her ap and carried her in his strong arms up rthe staircase. her tired little white face lying on his shoulder.
 When he had put her down upon the lounge she held his sleeve an instant, raising her eyes appealingly to his.
 Bart. she said, ''kiss me as you used to do when was little girl. t7
 He bent and kissed her, and that 1n- stant she broke down again, elinging to him childishly in new burst of sorrow.
 "Oh Bart, j" she sobbed, eff had loved ed you instead-f I had loved you in- steadl Oh, Bart. try to forgive mel A few years later the Rev. Everard Ruysland, whose career had somehow seemed to be failure, met in large city with an old acquaintance. whose career somehow seemed to have been a success. He was Q simple, earnest man of kindly creed and gentle teachings, and yet when people spoke of the Rev. Bartholomew Reid they spoke with enthusiasm. And with him Ruysland saw his wife, and see- ing her-a little tender creature whose bloom and beauty were Q wonder--he felt keen pang. Her love for her hus- band was gentle passion; Ter life seem- ed to have grown to his fF' ~
 'It almost seems, "said one warm-heart- cd woman who was wonderfully attached to the tw0-'tit almost seems to my mind as if the child felt that she had done him a wrong at some time, and could not be tenderly sweet enough to convince her self that she had made it up to him. It is something beautiful, I tell you: in my opinion it is something so beautiful that we ordinary mortals can not comprehend it."
 And this wife of Bart's was Desiree. :,
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