The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1893-08-04

with bewildered. wandering look
about the room, and then to the deeply
Swallowed form at the bedside.
..Who-is- that?r she whispered,
vaguely. yet with panied drawing OF
the brows. as if even with such half
mental light bitter anguish reasserted
its sway.
..Only the doctor. my poor child;'
still the deep low tones
Where am 1? It's-so-strange"
..You are in my room-the doctors;
you were injured in the railway acci-
dent"
Accident. oh.' then a shudder shook
her. Il wish il had killed me. Am L
dying?'
Hush. No, thank Cod" He put his
strong hand on hers with such ten
der. protecting touch.
lis your name Godfrey"
A pause as il the brain were st-ug-
Cling to regain its balance; then slowly:
..N-no; l was-to work there, you
know"
lis that how you have lived these
last Ave years-by poor but honest
work." said DIR. Hastings, deliberately;
but his very heart stood still for the an
swer.
"Yes; through all the long agony Of
remorse."
Hush" his firm. tender hand was
on her lips mo more now; you shat
tell me-the doctor, you know. who
keeps secrets SO close-all another time
Go 10 sleep now, my child"
Honest work - remorse. All! what
passionate relief to that mans noble
soul. There was penitence, hope-he
could forgive.
But days went by; the patient still
kept in . Shaded room, forbidden to
talk or be talked to, and she gained
mental and physical strength Then
one night the doctor again took the
night watch. She had wandered . lit
tie. as il something were on her mind,
and muttered in her sleep as he sat by
her bedside. He had turned up the
light more. but sat in shadow still. But
about two o'clock she suddenly awoke.
as il startled out of bad dream, and
stared wildly up.
..Why didn't they let me die?" she
said, as wildly as she looked; Its one
long agony of remorse. There is no
atonement, no forgiveness for such .
guilty thing as am. doctor. lie was 9
doctor. too: and he loved me. trusted
: me. and in a mad hour ] was tempted
!, and fed l broke his heart-and mine
: | betrayed his honor. What IL ] left
the accursed tempter in two days. What
IL have lived on in struggle and tor
-
! dare not call 1t penitencc or expiration
e oh. If could but die at his feet-heal
r his voice once more il only to- curse
: "Hush.s Claire. don't you know ms
! your husband?" the doctor said
hoarsely.
MY Godr'
But as she started half up with tina
e smothcrcd cry he had her in his arms
: wrapped her TO his very heart, his lip
d on hers with broken words.
e "Never unloved. my own darling
come back by Gods mercy to thy hus
: bands heart. to be forgiven and shell
r tered. Hush! hush dearcst-not sucl
2 tears" For Claire had burst into chok
ing sobs that shook the very bed, ant
d when ut length his tender soothing
e Quietcd her she could only rest IN nj
5; arms too exhausted to move a finger
T. Was it all true. or a strange, cruelty dc
cciving dream? She, who had 50 sinned
+, to be forgiven-gathered back into thi
5 nobly faithful heart--loved, cherished
the miserable guilty past wiped out
;" Was it possible that she. even she
a might atone in some measure for he
r. -. -, v~cc;@ou.a anil faith renewed
D loved and loving wife? Her eyes sure
I " asked it, for with sweet, grav
5 smile. full Of deep. chastened happ
ness, her husband answered that loo
I, as ifst were words spoken.
'r LAY. my own wife. the dead pas
" shall bury its dead for ever, and fror
" henceforth only our lives shall coun
n the days"
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