Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-10-20
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back so. Now he cannot know; he can
not understand that would suffer any
pain for moment Of consciousness to
tell him am sorry. God will not grant
me even that-not even that.
why will you think Of all these
things?" he asked, presently. rs it not
human to be a little unkind sometimes?
Then look at the other side also.
What you have done for Brian. We
must not bewail the past, but so on
bravely to meet the future, promising
ourselves always to do better and bet
ter. You want to go in now?"
"Yes, Doctor, feel stronger, and I
thank you.
The days passed, bringing but little
perceptible change in Brlan's condi-
ton. But the crisis came at last.
Gradually the fever spent itself, and
the tired frame, wearied with it's long
struggle, sank into a stupor SO death
like that only the faint heart beats
told that life was still there.
Margaret knew that he would either
waken with new lease of life or pass
into that deeper sleep that knows no
waking on this side Of eternity. She
watched and waited, and prayed for the
long hours to pass.
The shadows OF night, which seemed
to have held the anguish OF years, gave
place to the light OF dawn. The lines
Of blue grew deeper and deeper in the
east, the rim OF the rising sun rested
upon the brow of the hills, and the dis
tant Growing of a cock, welcoming the
opening day, came like clarion note
through the silence.
It reached Brian's ear. He turned
uneasily. Margaret was on her knees
in a second, a feeling half joy, half fear
clutching at her heart. She bent her
face close to his.
Perhaps he realized her presence, for
he turned again and moaned slightly.
His waking mind was struggling for
throw off the heaviness that held them
down. At last they opened slightly.
then wider, and their slow wandering
gaze fell upon Margaret's face, a face
white and drawn from long and anxious
watching, but revealing story Of love.
Those eyes were not slow to read.
Thank God, murmured Brian, with
an effort to overcome his intense weak
ness. Margaret, you love meat
last?"
With cry of passionate Joy she buried
her face upon his breast.
"Oh, Brian, SO much! so much that I
could not live without you.
THANK Gol," he said again, in a
voice scarcely above a whisper, yet
vibrating with such inexpressible happi-
ness that it reached Wilson, as he stole
silently from the room.
"Youihave found your true place at last,
my darling, my wife. Your true resting
place. 1t is a weak defense now"
1T is my chosen rest and support,
she answered, with trimming eyes,
catching and holding in it's place the
weak arm that had tried to clasp her SO
lovingly. 1T is weak now, but it will
be strong soon. Let me lean upon it's
strength always. Let me have your
heart, as you have mine, fully and en-
tirely. Oh, if you could know how l
tried to tell you this, as I sat by you
during those hours when you could not
understand; how often laid my heart
upon yours, hoping you might hear it's
beating, and maybe realize that it was
full of love for you! You did not know
then, but you know now, and-you may
kiss your wife.
Brian could not speak, but his eyes
filled with something strangely like
tears, as she held her loving, blushinS
face for the long, tender kiss he left
upon her lips.
Neither spoke again. With his hand
in MarSaret's, Brian was content to lie
still until overcome by weakness he
slept.
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