Omaha daily bee., 1883-02-03
OFFICE:
No. SO NORTH MAIN ST.
(One Block North of Broadway
Address all Letters to
DR.. A. ]. COOK,
p. o. Box No. 1462,
Council Bluffs, Iowa.

ulhsppy in my loneliness. Jealousy
gov In me; it gave me all sorts Of
FOOLISH thoughts. I wanted to rebel
against the little s~utocrat; that would
be ridiculous, I wanted to give her
the choice between him and me. I,
sudacious one, knew very well which
side her heart would choose. At an
other time I was ready to take steps
to find the mother, and with the
the power of gold force her to take
back her child = behind my wife's
back2 That would be cowardly.
The sunshine would not let itself be
banished, and tho spirit of love was
stronger than I. With his flaming
sword he drove me out. II must take
a long journey, Martha" My voice
trembled IA l said this this. My wife
must have noticed 1t, for something
like pity trembled In her beautiful
eyes. At my taking leave, she held
the little n toward me- and asked, In
soft, caressing tones, will you not
adieu to our child2" l took up the
little one, perhaps too roughly; at all
events he began to cry and to resist
my caresses. Then I put him down
and fastened away.
l travelled in uncertainty through
the world, and behold! after the first
few days, In addition to my ordinary
travelling companion, bad humor, there
came another fellow that told me
plainly that I was q fool. First II
sounded like q whinper, then louder
and louder. "You are . downright
fool" Finally, I read 1t in the news
paper before me; it was traced on the
blue mountains; the locomotive
shrieked 1t to me. Yes, I believe It;
why did I not then and there turn my
face homeward2 Well, the fool must
frat travel it all off before everything
would be right again.
At last, n day, with a violent
beating of the heart, 1 again entered
my dwelling. What q solemn still
ness reigned there! Icould now hear
the sound of whispering voices; my
wife came toward me. ut Is sick,
very .ick, moaned she sit will surely
die!' I tried to comfort her. Only q
short time, however, proved that her
fears were but too well grounded.
During the last night we both sat by
the little bed, she there and l here,
each n holding one of his little
hands. All those feverish pulse beats!
every stroke sounding like an appeal.
Love each other; DO good!" We felt
eventually these throbbings, and We
understood the appeal. Our eyes met,
full and earnest through the glittsring
tears, as in q first, holy vow. Words
would have seemed a sacrilege then.
Not long after We laid our darling
in the warm spring earth.
When We again sat down at our
table there was a stiffness between US;
but it was not the same stiffness as
that which the little stranger had
broken In upon with his parting
papa" Even by the wall stood his
high armchair, and on the little
board before 1t lay his spoon scepter.
My wife reached her fair white hand
over tho liable and asked: 'Dld you
also love it-st least a little2" Her
voice tremblcd, "My wife! my sweet,
my own wife, cried L. Then / fell
at her feet and held her hands fast in
in mine. 81 love thee, my, wife oh,
my wife,"
After the first emotion had suhs,d-
ed, | pointed to an armchair. "Fhe
little II came to teach. us love-"
whispered l.. Sand when 1t had fin.
ished ita teaching 1t went sgain to the
sngels," added she through her tears.