New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-08-24

see him on this earth again. He is not
to blame. but every time think Of him
see Ralph, CHASTITY and bloody, stand
ing beside him. II he does not 90
away it will drive mo madr'
Leonard hoard tho message, and
obeyed. Within the week he was gone,
brokcn-h hearted man, caring not what
might happon to him.
After awhile Lucy rogained her form
or strength, and, if anything, moro
than hor former beauty.
Her brother married, and brought
young vito home. Then Lucy felt that
she could carry out plan which had
become the desire of her heart.
Ella could step into hor place liz the
cottage and minister to the comfort of
her father and brother, and she could
be spared for tho work of mercy which
called her forth with such voice.
Though innocent she had caused the
shedding of human blood. She would
atone for it by trying to save life hence
forth.
She left the country village where so
much misery had bofallen her, and
making her way to London, sought
and obtained work as nurse. The
moro dangerous the case, the more
eager was she to try what her skill
could accomplish. In her work of
mercy. peace gradually came to her,
and she learned to look at the past with
clearer Dyes. and to realize that tho
punishment of Punishment which she
had forced upon Leonard was only tho
fruit of morbid feeling which had
possessed her that all must suffer for a
sin which one alone had committed
She had grown to think of him kindly
and pityingly, and would unhesitating-
ly have extended the hand of friend
ship to the ''poor boy''-as she over
designated him in her thoughts-had
she met him.
One morning she received an early
call from the proprietor of an hotel
close by, at which she had moro than
once attended. The worthy Boniface
was in state OF great excitement.
':Miss Garwood," he. began, nervous
ly lingering the topmost button of his
coat, ''rv We come to you on behalf of a
stranger, who's been taken i'll at my
place. I know nothing at all about
the man, as he only got there last
night, and could hardly stand then for
weakness, and this morning found
him raving like mad. But I know
that'll make no difference to one like
you, who never asks if it's friond or
onemy; so came for you as soon az
possible"
''You did perfectly right, MIR. Brown.
I will get a few things together and &C.
company you at once. y
Accustomed as Lucy had been to
various kinds of suffering, she had new
or before had her powers taxed so fully.
The stranger seemed to know any diff
ference in attendance, and it was only
Lucy's soft touch upon his fevered FORE
head which could charm away his wild
fancics of pursuit and endeavors to es-
cape from imagined dangers.
Lucy sat by the bedside in her plain
gray dress.
Worn out with inccssant watching
she had fallen asleep, when suddenly
she was awakened with start by feel
ing setouch upon her hand. She open
cd her eyes wondoringly, and met an
intelligent look from tho patient-his
first since she had come to nurse him.
He had reached out to touch her with
his wasted fingers, and as she now met
his glance, said feobly:
II thought you were, like everything
elsa shadow; but l see you are flesh
and blood. What's the matterp-how
came l here?"
''You have been sick; but you are
with friends. Now you must be con-
tented without talking. In due time,
when you grow strong, you may talk
all you wi5h-now you must go to
sleep"
And with contcnted sigh the sick
man drifted off again into slumber.
So it went on for several days. AL
ternate sleep and nourishment made up
the sum of tho patients life. Then
things changed. The restless; domi-
noering spirit of manhood had re-
awakened, and it began to assert it.
self.
But what think you were his first
words? They were, Lucy, don't you
know meP''
'Who are youp' she asked, with q
culver in her voice, half-fearing, half
hoping what his answer might be.
II am Leonard Carstone! l came
back to steal a look at the girl I have
loved 50 faithfully and true, and then
I meant to go away again. But it
wasn't to be. Now, Lucy, you have
saved my life! don't you think you
ought to lot past things be forgiven
and forgotten. and make that life of
some uso to me?'
II never blamed you, Leonard, so
have nothing to forgive said Lucy,
TREMENDOUSLY.
Then lot by-gones be by-gonos,
Lucy, and let us turn over new leaf,
now upon the threshold of the new life
you have given me lease of. Be my
wife, and I promise you I'll do my best
to m axe you happy"
Il have only been an instrument in
the hands of God, Leonard. You must
thank Him for your recovery instead of
me"
II do thank God with all my heart,
but want to thank Him for an even
more precious gift! May II I want
you.'
And Lucy became the wife of him
who had loved her SO truly through all
these long and weary years of appar.
entity hopeless waiting.
Some people are fond Of praising
the heart Of oak. But did the heart Of
an oak ever feel any sympathy for
anybody
Women and Drugs.
A naughty writer in tho Boston
Transcript says: s'Women are fond
of being i'll and taking medicine. They
would be angry if a physician should
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