Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1895-02-07

that longi she's not tragic, not an atom,
nor dramatic; / think she must look
like Dante did when he stood before
the gates OF Saint Ilarlo."
"Yes. one hardly dares think OF the
+, girl, walking. and eating. and sleep
ing; and she looks younger than ever
saw her. What Is he doing now?
must 20 up soon."
sitting holding her hand. except
when he Is told TO come to his meals
OF course, knowing the man, one could
i describe his grief to a I. It's just
| himself
what will time do for the two,
wonder?"
There Is something gone from Gwen
that no time will give back TO her;
wish | knew how 1t was at the end
Did that woman go down into the
grave still seeking her lost mother
| hood? Oh, John, John, God in Heaven
help womenl wonder II He knew
quite everything when He made us;
He Is all masculine. don't think He
altogether did or He would have
stayed His hand and have had mercy"
"My little Ruth. my poor little wife,
life even for us is hardv'
But 1t Is simpler; 1t is the com
plications which put barbs on our
arrows, the vague yearnings culver
ing in US igiorantly, not with the
krowledgabie, healthy hammer-strokes
OF mems anguish; and our bodies are
nearer our souls. Think Of Gwen with
her unborn child under that heartful
Of unnameable pain! John, it's only
three O'clock you drive me into
town? The market Is full onI must
see some women who are too stolid
| for nerves-oii--the letters, and one
! from Humphrey John, he's down with
the fever and Brydon's only halfway
| through
Not mani jack of the blacks-being
mostly christianized--is worth his salt.
only for Tolly we'd cave in altogether,
| the fellows brick, and seems like
| developing the beginnings of an intel
| iect, just In the nick Of time too:
! never in all my life was | so knocked
into a cooked hat as by this fever"
Look at the writing, John, it's
! shocking.
sAs for Brydon, he had narrow
squeak; he's out Of the bush now, but
| as weak as rat. On the whole the
sand flies are worse than the fever.
| Don't dwell on this touch of fever
to Gwen, it's really of no account of
| delay. From here we go on to a place
about a hundred miles Off. to where we
l'have traced Broad. Hitherto the
| blacks have been friendly, but beyond
| The hills | hear we are to look out
| for sqalls. Don't expect many letters
| after this, as the modes of conN ey-
ance are very casual and untrust.
/ worthy. neither can | count upon re-
| ceiving your letters safely. | will
hurry there and back with all possible
speed know you will always see
| Gwen at least once day.
'See, John, l can hardly read 1t,
what 1t is? Oh, love for you and
something for the rector | can hardly
read"
eve viii 90 In on our way to the
market; the ponies are at the door
| Gwen was In her boudoir when Mrs.
Felowes went to her. She was sitting
with bundle of papers in her hand.
She thrust them into drawer, and
ran into the other woman's arms, and
lay there with a short audible move
ment of pain.
Tell me just how you think my hus-
! Is hn Sai1 Atrc EpllnWnc
started "Ah, you're afraid toop' cried
| Gwen.
"Gwen, | know really very little;
those attacks are always very sharp,
hardly ever dangerous except with
! bad constitutions. John says-he has
been reading up medical book about
African feyers"
bad constitutions aud complica-
| TONS the book says have 1t; and he
has complication in some sort OF
sun-stroke."
'sGwen!'
yes" she went on in quiet level
voice. "He missed the last mail by
some idiocy of the blacks, and ne
| Ndlhtu TEN llllieS all luIOuSH q swamp
to catch it, with the fever still on him:
when he got home he was half deli
rious. He lay and 1t seems turned
his heart inside out, both audibly and
on paper, see. | have 1t all here in
! these sheetsr she said, with bitter
irony, catching her breath, as she
took them out of the drawer
Gwen. my Gwen, what do you
mean?"
Il mean he lay there ard ted out
into words blatant awful English
words--on to these sheets, how he
loves me, mel but in words no other
man ever before used, or dared to use,
or the soul Of every woman would
have been annihilated long ago, trey
are not fitted to bear such magnificent
burdens!-He told, too, in precisely the
s1n7e uncomDromising way what he