The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1893-12-07


81 shall never be happy, Jack, never.
think TO some happiness is an impossi-
bility. Wish me contentment."
care they not synonymousg"
"No. There is a passive content.
which savors of apathy" u
She smiled, the corners of her mouth
curvlng downward, and looked at him
intently for moment. Then the white
lids dropped heavily over the young
eyes, ana a childish, tired look crossed.
her face.
Dalton stood and listened to her res
treating footsteps. Stood alone, with:
his dogs bounding about him, and his
face buried in his hands on which
the dumb animals lavished their car.
resses.
Cecile encountered no one as she en-.
tered the house She dragged herself
up to her room, feeling as though years
had gone over her head since she quit
ted it. How could she endure her life
now that she was fully awake to what
she had lost-how act daily liee
A shaded lamp rested on the mantel /.
the candles were lighted on her dress
sing table, and her husbands riding
gloves, and an open book lay in the chair
she had vacated.
She took the book up in her cold nm
gers A passage was underlined, and
she read it over several times to her
self, as if it opened to her new chan
nels of thought:
"Blessed be that house where two.
people do truly love one another"
The closed the book, and laid it with.
the gloves on the mantel. After pause
she went over to her dressing table and
looked at herself long and earnestly in
the mirror. Her face was very grave,
and she shook her head.
'rNo," sho said, speaking softly, 81
can't do 1t. | cannot be a hypocritc.
l thought at first that I could. But
CAN'T
She opened small drawer, and
searched until she found a vial filled
with few drops of some colorless liq-
uid. Some one knocked at her door. 1t
was her husband.
''In one instant" she called softly.
She rested her hands on the table to
steady herself, and lifted the bottle to
her lips. Her whole life passed In re-
view before her; she gave faint cry
and fell against the table.
"What is itgn Warren called.
His voice steadied her. A moment
later the vial was empty.
Her husband found her leaning grace
fully back in chair by the ire, her head
thrown against velvet cushion and her
eyes slumbrous between their heavy
lids.
She put her hand on his head as he
came and knelt at her side, encircling
her with his fond arms.
'Did you miss mes felt restless, and
went for walk in the grounds"
She moved slightly away from him.
"Do you love me very, very much,
Rich2p
every, very much, Cecile."
81 do not deserve i'll am weak,
sinful, womanw
awe don't measure love according to
deserts, little girl"
81 know. ! saw the book you were
reading just now. You are good man
Dick. l have always believed in you
some way. l wish you would hand me
mothers picture. 1t is just there in the
tray of the trunk"
She took it from his hand, and held it
to her lovingly.
"Dear, dear mother! There is nc
love like a mothers love, Dick. 1t Il
not based on selfishness. 1t seeks ne
return. Ali"
"What is it," Warren cried in ar
alarmed tone.
The white lids sank and quivered, ant
the delicate fingers opened and shut con
vulslvely.
"Nothing," she said drowsily. &C,
have such sleepy feeling"
Warren looked at her anxiously.
''You don't feel Ill, do you, darling
You look trihe pale"
ats the green shade on the lamp, onl,
that, Rich"
She put out her hand, sat up, and he
drew her toward him. He was startled
by the sudden dropping of her head OF
her breast.
"Cecile! Good Godl' he cried.
She tried to frame her stlffening lip
in smile.
"'It is not so hard to de-" she quot
ed softly. "Do you remember Manfred
Dicka Poor Manfredl We read it to
gether, you and l, and you said 1t wa
not proper reading Jack read 1t to me
too" She halted and caught her broath
"Dear Jack" she ended softly. mo
it is not-so-dificult to die"
"CecIle. ~ Warren said In an agony
terror and despair.
TIe laid her down Snd rushed to tn
bell, When he came back with SOM
water hastily snatched from the dress
ing table, she was quite dead.
The recent storm greatly damages
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