Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-01-10

heart out over the two. then she sat
herself down and systema tically
adored them
She had them hung in the library
where she could see them from her
writing table and only for their weight
she would have had them carried 10
her room every night.
Mr.. Waring in his emotionless way,
valued his daughters gift, but this
chrouic passion of alteration was be-
yond him He had already borne
much with divine patience; he had
seen his wife carried away from his
side for hours at a stretch, to waste
her mind and soul in the duties of
an ordinary sQuire's wife. and she had
come back to babble of babies in a
way that made his blood run cold. He
had caught her thoughts wandering
at moments when the crisis Of a dis
covery was setting in. and with tears
in her eyes that the subject under dis
cussion could in nowise account for.
All. he had suffered in a thousand in
definable ways
But vet there were moments when
he had her still. just as in the sweet
old times, body and soul and brain,
all to himself: when she still put out
all the force of her keen fine intellect
and saw. with her beautiful intuition
puzzles that had made his great man
brain reel.
Through all time had ever any man
such a wife, he would think, as he
watched her softly frowning, ponder
ing over a thought and bringing out
the result with that charming diff
dence, that wonderful veneratiOn fo1
the nice intricacies of truth that char
acterized her. looking withal so young
so soft, so serene.
No wonder that the mans heart
clave unto heri
| And now those pictures! That sub
i timely naughty young woman - that
big strong soldier with pluck of a most
soulIess British order stamped all over
him. came in and robbed him of the
/ better par of himself.
They still sat side by side. hand in
hand, and worked together, but they
We're no longer one. No wonder in
deed, that untimely age fell upon the
man and forced him with its chill
hand down on his stick, little heavier
as each day passed!
| Mrs Waring did not go out every
day, her restless yearning often took
her no farther than the children's OLD
nursery, where she would sit by theil
little chests of drawers and finger theil
! old yellowing baby clothes with q shy
sad wistful wOnderment; she had
never put stitch into one of them
and their shapes and intricacieS We're
sealed mysteries to her.
/ Mary, now grown aged and gray
looked upon the state of affairs with
much dissatisfaction. and seemed like
| ly to continue to do SO. for things
| instead of getting better got worse
Mr.. and Mrs. Fellowes did all they
could to turn her gentle persistent
grief into a more healthy channel and
were by no means careful to spare
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impossible to get her to fit her new
sweet sad experience into her old life
and to make whole of it.
1t is a frightful grind to get great
heartful of fresh emotions, of new
sorrows and joys, into a middle-aged
woman, and not to cause a genera,
disruption. 1t seemed rather hard
however. that Mr. Waring should halt
perish in his -wife's own particular
earthquake. But though his grief lay
down with him at night and rose with
him day by day, he cherished her with
ever-increasing tenderness. and never
by word or look expressed the small
lest atom of reproach.
Toward the end Of July a little f1eecy
cloud of hope. no bigger than a mans
hand. appeared upon the horizon, and
Mr.. Waring grasped it with nervous
despair.
; After repeated outings off. Gwen
was coming for certain in a week or
two, to remain until the shooting took
them North.
To Be Continued