The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-11-21

the dreary day alone She was beginning to re-
alize the truth. Il could not be very long be-
fore she would stand alone in the world. He
had been right when he had told her months be-
fore that he was a dying man. He had been
dying man then, and to-day he stood upon the
edge of the grave. And bitter as was the wrong
he had done her, at least he had never been open
" cruel. She might not forget the wrong, but
she was too young and unsefsh not TO remember,
sadly, that she had loved him dearly and that
ne had seemed to return all her innocent anec-
ton. She had spent her life with him; she had
shared his wanderings; she had obeved him i'm
pllcltly; she had sacrificed much for him through
all her youth. and how the sight Of his haggard,
handsome face and the thought OF his wasted
Ire touched her deeply. What wasted life 1t
had been; how empty it was; how it had frit:ered
itself away. 1t had been long strife for money
and ease. it had been a strife from frs. to last,
and, IN the end, it had come to nothing. He was
dying without having attained his object She
thought OF him all the day and was full of sor-
row and pity when night came. She felt that
the time had come when she must forget her
own unhappiness.
II can only be sorry for him." she said "How
could / remember anything but that he suffers
and that his life 10 Overt"
At 10 o'clock she heard his latch-key turn in the
door and she got up from her seat on the hearth
As he came up the stairs he stopped twice If
his strength failed him. Phiippa went to The
top of the staircase and waited for him in the
darkness
is that you, governors! she SAID. Il am 80
glad
When the light in the room fell upon him he
made an effort to recover himself and treat bis
fatigue lightly.
II am tired" he said. 'but not so tired as l ex-
pected to be. / will rest to morrow.
He did not remain up long, but took glass OF
VINE and went to his room. At the door he
reused ard looked back.
II have been trying to retrieve myself, to-day"
he said quite airily. II have been righting
blunder. You would call it wrong, Phil, my
dear was anxious to right it, if possible, be-
fore-before l was entirely invaded. Good
night, my dear"
Scarcely half an hour later Philippa, who had
fingered In the room-she scarcely knew why
was startled by little sound coming from his
chamber sound not unlike low, inarticulate
cry She sprang to the door and stood there for
a moment
Governor" she cried; "governor!' And then
too much alarmed for hesitation, she entered
without delay
He had flung himself upon the bed and lay
there, his face dropping downwards. and the
moment she approached him Philippa saw what
the sound she had heard had meant. His hand
kerchief lay upon the carpet stained as she had
seen it before, and the same stain was upon the
pillow and upon the coverlet, only that it was a
stain much larger and 80 much more terrible
that she cried aloud whom she saw it.
Governor" she Cried governor! Oh, try to
speak TO mel"
She said it, even though she knew that all was
over that he would not speak again; that he had
uttered his last words to her when he turned,
smiling, at the door.