Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1884-10-01

MaT8aTeC answered 80 pleasantly that
the doctor continued with more assur-
ance, at the same time waving with his
hand to the room he had just left
3There is young gentleman in there,
miss, who is not long for this world. He
is an American, also. 1t is very hard to
be SO, miss 80 great q distance from
ones people, and with no kind friends"
"You are right" Margaret answered,
gravely. 1T is indeed hard. Ny father
spoke yesterday of going to see the gen
tleman. He is out just at present, but
if I may I will 60 in now"
After moments absence the doctor
returned and conducted Margaret into
the room. The curtains were closely
drawn, and coming from the light into
the darkness she was blinded for mo.
ment. Not so with the sick man. Look
ing up to greet his visitor he uttered
sharp cry and the one word " Margie!"
Margaret stood as if stunned, and
then, advancing rapidly to the bed, she
kneeled down beside it and buried her
face in the pillows. The poor doctor,
with confused look, turned and has
tily left the room. There was a mo-
ment's stiffness broken only by Marga-
ret's low sobbing. The form before her
seemed to be the wreck of once strong
and beautiful manhood. The sick man
was Arthur Carlson. He raised his
thin, wasted hand and tenderly stroked
the bright locks on the pillow beside
him. "Poor little Margie," he said
family, you will soon be free now"
Then Margaret never knew how, she
forgot everything connected with the
past, she only remembered that the
man lying there, sick unto death, was
her husband. At last the proud spirit
was humbled and she confessed what
she had kept so jealousy guarded in
her own breast for SO long. 20, Arthur"
she cried in her agony, 30, my husband,
only forget the past and try to live for
the future. God helping me, I will yet
win your love-"
The white face on the pillow lit up
like the countenance of the dying who
sees heavenly visions. The excitement
Of the moment gave Arthur back his
strength. Raising himself on his elbow,
he lifted the bright head beside him
until he could look into the love-iit
eyes. In one moment they read the
mistake Of those years in each others
face. Each had loved, each had mis-
understood. "Great God! is it possible
-" but the momentary strength for
sock the frame of the sick man and he
fell back on his pillow like one dead.
The doctor, still much confused, had
waited in the hall, from which he was
now swiftly summoned to the sick room.
For many days the Pickering flame of
life burned low, but it was fed from the
fountain of love in the breast which now
SO often pillowed the weary head. The
kind old doctor worked and watched as
he had never done before, and he and
the little landlady held many a whis
pered consultation in the hall about the
turn which affairs had taken.
At last death was conquered. But it
was not for many weeks-not until
Arthur was strong enough to ride out
by the sparkling blue sea-dd the two
speak of the past. Then, when they
had put it away forever, Arthur drew
his wife to him very tenderly and said {:
"Our love was born SO long ago that it
almost had no beginning. and now,
thank God, it will never know an end
ing"