Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-01-19
forgotten in the divine tenderness of

forgotten in the divine tenderness of
loving.
As went into Rimaux's chamber. he
lay with his hands folded on his breast,
still as death, save a little low moaning
that stirred his lips now and then.
Somebody has said that there is in
woman's love always something of the
maternal. l felt it as looked in this
moment upon Rimaux. I laid nv hand
softly upon his forehead, and then bent
and kissed his lips.
What! Who is it?'' he said, turning
his bandaged eyes toward me.
cit is |, Regina Maymont," I said.
~ love you, Rimaux, love you so well
that now you need me I no longer care
to hide 1t from you, no longer am afraid
because it was my beauty alone that
won you. Do not send me away, Ri
maux. Had nothing happened I could
have let you go with the picture, and
died in silence; but now, it is not to be
loved, but to love, that ask"
"Poor child" he said. taking nv
hand in his his. All, how much sweeter
this simple word sounded in my ears
than goddess 81 never dreamed
that you cared for me. But I can not
let you sacrifice yourself so. I am help
less and blind, perhaps for always. /
can not let you throw yourself away on
me, who can no longer look upon you
or glory in your PERFECTION
Is deceit ever pardonable? I do not
know, did not stop to consider it then
even. felt at once that he would be
memorable, and that I could not, would
not, leave him.
"My perfection!" I said, raising his
head to my shrouded forehead and
cheeks, and passing it over my shorn
hair. 'Of what account is thing so
perlshable that breath of fire may de.
stroy, the accident of an hour obliter-
ate?'
Well, ] triumphed at last, as I never
should if [ had not led him to suppose
that the flames had taken from me much
OF that beauty which it seemed to him
would have rendered me more of sac
ritice to his sightless life. 1 insisted on
an immediate marriage, feeling that his
need of my care made that proper which
would have been unmaidenly under 9TH
+er circumstances. I wore the bandages
'aoout my face much longer than was
really needful, and I forbade all who
had access to him to undeceive him as
to the extent of my injuries. I nursed
him tenderly, perhaps all the more ten
derby because was never thinking OF
his love for me, but, only and always, OF
my love for him; and yet his gratitude
was very sweet, sweeter far to me than
all the old raptures to which I had once
listened, over that which he fancied
marred forever, and I never allowed
myself to sigh for anything more. Be-
sides, every day little hope was grow.
which, one evening the DOCTORS assur-
gave me all the happiness that my heart
could. l thought Rimaux would see
again, his eyes would be entirely re-
stored. There had been little hope OF
this at first, grave doubts for long
time, then faint and f1uctuating encour-
ment, so that it had been deemed best
to keep it all from Rimaux, who had
made up his mind to the worst from the
beginning, for fear of final and yet more
bitter disappointment.
"You must tell him this happy news,
Madame, Rimaux," said the good doc
tor, s'afd tomorrow 1 will tell him that
he owes it more than half to your nurs-
ing"
rarely left Rimaux long alone, for I
feared that he would brood unhappily
over his condition if left much in soli-
tude. Now, as entered his room again
after short absence, he cried, with q
glad accent that thrilled me:
eft is you, Regina! am so glad al
ways when you come back.'
could not keep back for moment
the happy tidings. threw myself on
my knees besides his chair, and, Selling
his hands, I cried:
"Louis, Oh, Louis, you are going to
have your eyes again, you are going to
see! Do you hear? The doctor says
it.''
"Thank God!" Rimaux murmured.
And then Oh, what was it, all this
Joy, this beatitudep Who knows when
MS cup is full either of happiness or
grief? A moment before had felt that
asked no more, but now, lying on my
husbands breast, close, close within his
,lasping arms, listening, not to 1dmira-
ion, not to gratitude even, but to love,
owe for me, myself, my beauty, its loss
,r presence alike forgotten, I tasted
Heaven.
He had learned to love me when he
thought my beauty gone forever, with
he love which knows no possibility of
lnloving, the love which is from within
% within, and if, as the years go by,
ny portrait, which Rimaux has restored,
Ind which now hangs upon our cham
Der wall, shall suggest to me change and
aiding in myself, 1 shall not tremble lest
Simaux see it too, and love me less
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