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

:! Iii DR.. Lennard's eyes she was per
: lection, and on her love his tired heart
; rested safely. When he held her in
his arms. it was no beautiful mocking
! vision that he clasped, rdckiHg him
with far-away glimpses Of what might
have been. but d slender, loving
! woman, all his own to the core of her
warm heart, and doubly precious in
J his sight because Of the past sharp
pain, wrestled with in silence so long
and SO hravely.
Lefty Leigh was no more, and with
the maiden name was buried the
: maiden troubles ON the day that new
| life opened before her, as Mrs. Len
nard Of the hill
! The doctor, too, was changed on that
! day. The upright handsome man.
| with the ready smile and the quick
| firm tread is not much like the grave,
| somewhat stern gentleman We have
known hitherto, and his friends and
neighbors did rot fail to notice it, 1t
| was thing so marked and unlocked
for that they could in no way account
'.
Love works wonders and Love is
still the lord of ALL
AS years flew by and little feet pat
tered up and down, and shrill baby
voices rang through the old house, its
| master seemed to grow younger and
handsomer than ever. And when
friends, looking at the kindly intel
lectual face, and hearkening to the
rich tones of the genial voice cOmpli-
mented DR.. Lennard on his improved
looks, a softer light would come into
his eyes, faint tinge of color to his
pale cheeks, ard he would tell them,
half proudly half laughingly, that
they must thank his wife for the
change.
Lefty, glad and happy in her pros
porous matronhood, never forgot the
past. Safe among the treasures in tie
| pearl and ebony work-boX, that useN
to hold Ernest DevereuX's scented
missives, lay tiny drab satin shoe.
Looking at it. she often recalled the
, time when that little shoe, all stained
and torn, had dragged the veil from
her eyes, and burned hot bushes OF
shame into her face by the tale it told.
| She thought Of that time now, not
with bitterness, not sadly even, but
| just a little Wistfully, for she felt and
knew that but for it she would have
| been a more thoroughly light-bearted
woman now that her time of JOY and
/ peace had come.
The chain had worn in deeper than
ever the doctor, looking at her placid
face, could know; and a little of its
| CALLING smart ranked in her heart
even yet, whenever she thought of it.
| But, withal, there was no bitterness.
! Safe and unspeakably content as
| Paul Lennard's wife, his only true
wife in heart and soul, though she
was his second wife, she had pity, and
pity only, for the memory Of the mis-
| guided woman, who, in her wilful
blindness and jealousy, went SO near
| near wrecking both their lives. This
poor, brilliant Pauline, who had
fretted herself into her grave, singing
all about her in her venomOus spite
! had worked, by means of that same
pitiful spite, great i'll both in her life
and after her death. But her evil
power was ended forever, and the rec.
objection of it only brought a grave1
shine to the clear, gray eyes, and a
more chastened light of gladness ovel
| the comely, winsome face Of DR.. Len
nard's second wife.
/ The End.