The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1891-08-07
ON THE Pr,IDGE.

When l tell you, my only friend, Il
whom so rarely write and whom NOR
rarely see, that my lonely life has no
been without love for woman, you viii
perhaps laugh or doubt
"Whatr you will say; "that gaunt
old specter in his attic, with his books
his tobacco and his three flower pots
He would not know that there is such 9
word as love did he not encounter it now
and then in his reading"
True, have divided my days between
the books in a rich mans counting room
and those in my attic. True, again,
have never been more than merely pass
able to look at, even in my best days.
Yet have loved woman.
During the five years when my elder
brother lay in the hospital across the
river, where he died, it was my custom
to visit him every Sunday. enjoyed
the afternoon walk to the suburbs, where
the air has more Of nature in it, especial
ly that portion Of the walk which lay
upon the bridge. More life than was
usual upon the bridge moved there on
Sunday. Then the cars were crowded
with people seeking the parks. Many
crossed on foot, stopping to look idly
down at the dark and sluggish water.
One afternoon, as stood thus leaning
over the parapet. the sound of woman's
gentle laugh caused me to turn and ocu-
larly inquire it's source. The woman
and a man were approaching. At the
side of the woman walked soberly a
handsome dog-a collie. There was that
in their appearance and manner which
plainly told me that here were husband
and wife. of the middle class. intelligent
but poor, out for stroll That they
easily discoverable.
The man looked about thirty years of
age, was tall. slender and with neither
strong nor handsome, but amiable face.
He was doubtless clerk fit to be some
thing better
The woman was perhaps twenty-four.
She was not quite beautiful, yet she was
more than pretty. Sne was of good size
and figure; and the short plush coat that
she wore, and the manner in which she
kept her, hands thrust in the pock cts
thereof, gave to her dauntless air
which the quiet and affectSonate express
sion of her face s6ftened.
She was brunette, her eyes being
large and distinctly dark brown, her
face having that peculiar complexion
which is most quickly affected by any
change in health.
The color of her cheeks, the dark rim
,,rIor boy ovoc on6 ofhor h1o
signs indicated some radical ailment. In
the quick glance that had Of that pair.
while the woman was smiling, feeling
of pity came over me. / have never de-
tccted the exact cause of that emotion.
Perhaps in the woman's face read the
trace of past bodily and mental suffer-
ing; perhaps a subtle mark that death
had already set there.
Neither the woman nor her husband |
noticed me as they passed. The dog re.
garded me cautiously with the corner of
his eye. probably would never have
thought of the three again had ! not
seen them upon the bridge, under ex-
actly the same circumstances, on the |
next Sunday.
So these young and then happy people
walked here every Sunday, thought. |
This, perhaps. was an event looked for
ward to throughout the week. The hus-
band, doubtless, was kept prisoner and
slave at his desk from Monday morning
until Saturday night, with respite only
for eating and sleeping Such cases are
common, even with people who can
think and who have some taste for luxu-
ry, and who are not devoid of love for
the beautiful.
The sight of happiness which exists
despite the cruelty of fate and man, and
which is temporarily unconscious of it's
own liability to interruption and extinc-
ton, invariably fills me with sadness.
And the sadness which arose at the con-
temptation of these two beings begat in
me strange sympathy for and interest
in them.
On Sundays thereafter would go ear
ly to the bridge and wait until they
passed, for it proved that this was their
habitual Sunday walk. Sometimes they
would pause and join those who gazed
down at the black river. l would, now
and again, resume my journey toward
the hospital while they thus stood, and l
would look back from distance The
bridge would then appear to me an
abrupt ascent, rising to the dense city,
and their two figures would stand out
clearly against the background.
1t became matter Of care to me to
observe each Sunday whether the health
of either had varied during the previous
week. The husband, always pale and
slight, showed. little change, and that in
frequently. But the fluctuations of the
woman, as indicated by complexion,
gait, expression and otherwise, were nu-
merous and pronounced. Often she
looked brighter and more robust than on
the preceding Sunday. Her face would
be then rounded out, and the dark cres-
cents beneath her eyes would be less
marked. Then found myself elated.
But on the next Sunday the cheeks
had receded slightly, the healthy luster
of the eyes had given way to an luminous
glow; the warning of death had re-
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