Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1884-09-12

fully of her husbands deep attach
ment for the calm, beautiful woman
living in quiet seclusion at the Bend.
Yet, in reality she had no cause OF
complaint for his kindness and
patience were remarkable In one OF his
disposition. Occasionally burst OF
resentment would follow more than
usually irritating and Unjust assault on
her part, but not often There was
a sort of chivalry in his nature that
forbade actual tit for tat.
He sometimes met Violet Dare by
the bedside OF poverty and suffering,
but her manner was ever calm and
cold; and, with the rest of their little
world. he believed her wholly indif-
ferent. But she was not Indifferent,
she did care, ho,r deeply-h0tc keen
iy, earthly friend could never know.
In all her Greary life, Bernard Gin
ton was the only object that had com
pletely filed her heart; aud when she
realized that he could never be hers,
she shrank within herself, and felt
that life henceforth, was thing to be
borne not enjoyed. And vet there was
nothing remarkable about the man
who had SO completely won her great,
noble heart; bat, in accordance with
certain inexplicable laws, she lored
him.
CDR, Miss Dare am awful sick, AID
the man as runs her place sent me for
you. She don't know nothing; kind
of fever, he said, he s'posed." These
words were poured excitedly from a
breathless youngsters lips, one warm
July morning, as he rushed into the
physicians office 81 will go at once, y
was the brief reply.
In her room Violet Dane lay tossing
from side to side and moaning in de-
lirium. Ever and now the doctor
caught the words: "No, no, Bernie,
a lousand times, no." or Il knew
it would base. He is not TO blame for
loving the innocent young creature,
or what was harder still: "Ohl we
will be 50 happy in our otCn home,
0urs-yours and mine, Bernie.
During the terrible days aud nights
that followed, all that was true and
noble in Bernard Clinton was ripened
aud perfected, through suffering
He saw his own heart laid naked and
bare. He knew that his love for the
noble woman, though grounded in
earthly soil, could bloam into a per-
feet flower onl y IN Heaven.
There was a dlsgraceful domestic
scene, when the jealous wife heard of
his sgrIct attention to her old rival :;
but he felt that she, of all others,
had no room for complaint She had
never been injured and had gained
the end she had worked for
He finally Quilted her by the assn
rance that Violet D are would troubl:
no one long; for despite his best eff
forts, she was fast failing.
The usual moments of consciousness
prior to the final dissolution were
given, aud as her large, loving eyes
met his she said: Farewell Bernie,
/ am going now, where to lore yOW
will be no sin" With gentle pres
sure OF the hand, she murmured
again: Farewell, Bernie, fare we'll. "
Bernard Clinton was a kind, in
dulgent husband for many years
bearing his wiies fretfulness as sort
of penance for MS youthful blindness
but an unknown O. hau3 kept the
roses and riolets blooming on green
grave the summer through; aud never
did Dr.. Clinton drive past the old
farm house at the Bend, but he refined
up his foaming steeds and let memory
carry him back to the time when he
was welcomed within its portals by
the noblest, truest woman he had
ever known. Aud as ne continued
on his way remembrance continu
ed to whisper might have beenS.