Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1888-04-28

dragged down by poor. sishtiess wretch like me-
"sacrifcei Rubbishl" the doctor cried. "who
talks OF sacrifice? The only question is, do you
turnrd my head aside: he vas reading INV face
Knew, and that was betray1ng me.
The next moment he had me In his arms
rca n , zee now Il u ne cried trlumphantly
swell, yes; II you must know"
"And you can tak Of sacrifice he went on, still
s,as t,e r lnolgnant The sacrifice Is all on your
How do you suppose poor, ugly devil OF 4 hard
working. commonplace doctor could hope to win
50 he talked In his infatuation-sff she had all her
senses about her? am simply the luckiest med1-
cal man In the United Kingdom"
What did care II he were poor and ugly; It was
enough that we loved each other. That was mate
nal SUFFICIENT for happiness.
,,1 And HAPPY we were to degree which short
earth. IL was only when my FIRST baby was born
10 me that began to regret my want OF sight.
Twas assured on all sides that my child was a
miracle OF infantine loneliness, and though by no
means unwilling 10 believe this, felt a natural
longing TO be able to Judge for myself. often
tried 10 picture them In my mind but so long had
lived In darkness that 1t was difncult for me TO
form even the idea of face. don't think had
AZ ILLS time any nope OF ever regaining my sight,
though, 10 please my husband, bathed my eyes
f f night and morning, with certain To-
Imagine then the establishment almost the awe,
i lett when my dear doctor said to me one day:
Co o0u Will ~, want an your courage tomorrow,
COMFY; Dut think you have plenty"
courage for what?" asked, innocently.
Ana ma so @g 10 operate on your eyes, dearest.
Light! light at lastl Only the dim, uncertain
light OF darkened room, 1t is true, but how glor
lous, how devfne 1t seemed. The first glimpse OF
iand 10 ashipwrecked sailor-the vision OF Paradise
70 a tempted saint can only compare 1t to such
things; things long hoped for, keenly desired,
despaired Of and found at last. But all compari-
sons are weak enough to express the rapture, the
filed my heart.
know screamed aloud, and In an instant the
The first thing that saw distinctly when was
permitted to use my newly recovered sense little
was was my boy in bis nurses arms. My informants
nad not deceived me. Nothing, surely, could be
brighter than his eyes, more Charming than his
expression, nor more altogether delightful than
the little dmped fist which clutched at my finger
When tney placed him on my knee. Then turned
10 look for my husband, my hero. owed 1t all TO
h1m-eyesight, happiness, a greater gift than life
iIse use Il was for this he had studied IN London
enough Tor such an immense obligation was I'm
possible, but longed TO thank him, however In
adequately, for what he had done for me.
TALL dark very distinguished looking young
man was standing by my chair gazing down upon
me with kindly brown eyes. remember wonder
Cant you guess my name, Conny7" said he.
My husbands voice!
The veil between US was rent at last: l fiung
my arms round his neck and looked at him with
pride and wonder. How could he say he was ugly
and commonplace?
why did you tell me such stories?" were my
nrSI words 10 him. My husband laughed.
GU see, darling" said lie, 'yOu had got an idea
INTO tnat pretty head OF yours that was making
some sort OF sacrifice. BY running myself down
httle-not much-I thought to make matters
easier. But come with me. l want 10 show you
the kind OF sacrifice made"
And my husband slipped my arm within his
own, and plotted me carefully out OF the room and
along the passage; for was at first very uncer-
TAIN ABOUT distances, and sometimes even shut
order m a MOI
We entered coy little chamber in which a
bright nre was burning. A carefully shaded
moderator lamp stood on q small table, and not
Iar from IL were placed two magnificent cheval
glasses.
Now, COMFY" said my husband, 81 want you
10 LOOK straight In front OF you, and to give me
your candid opinion OF what you see there"
looked oDediently, but the sense OF sight was
TOO recently acquired for me to perceive, at once
the nature OF the things / gazed at. The refec-
tlon saw In the glass seemed TO me mysterious
klhd OF picture. recognized my husbands figure
ana beside him stood tall, handsome girl, with
ialr mar and brilliant eyes. His arm was round
her waist and she leaned upon him confidently,
apparently very much at home
'Sne Is exceedingly pretty" said l. startled into
admiration. But who" stopped Short for as
turned half jealousy toward him the figure In the
glass turned too. "Why, IL is my own reflection"
was my wondering exclamation.
Little vanity" said my husband, laughing. GAS
II you didn't know who 1t WASH
But protest didn't