Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1895-01-10
CHAPTER XxxIlr.

CHAPTER XXXIlT.
When Mrs. Wariny got The sketches
Of her children-for Strange had used
| almost physical force to compel Darce
to run over to Paris to sit to Brydon
the very first minute she found her.
self alone with til WI she clied her
heart out over the two, then she sat
herself down and Systematically
adored them.
She had them hung In the library
where she coEld see them from her
wr'iting-table and only for their weight
she would have had them carried to
her room every night.
Mr.. Wartng in his emotionless way,
valued his daughters gift, but this
chronic 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 sqnire's wife, and she bad
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 CT sis 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 yet there were moments when
he had her STILL just as in the sweet
old times, body aad 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
watched her softly frowning, ponder
ing over thought and bringing out
the result with that charming diff
dence, that wonderful yeneration for
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 her!
And now those pictures! That sub
timely naughty young woman = that
big strong soldier with pluck of most
soulless British order stamped all over
him, came in and robbed him of the
better part of himself
They still sat side by side. hand in
hand, and worked together but they
were 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 Warning 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 their
little chests of drawers anu finger their
old yellowlng baby clothes with shy
sad wistful wonderment; she had
never put a 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 more healthy channel and
were by no means careful to spare
her any plair speaking but it seemed
impossible to get her to fit her new
sweet sad experience into her old life
and to make a whole of 1t.
1t is a frightful grind to get great
heartful OF fresh emotions. of new
sorrows and joys, into middle-aged
woman, and not to cause a general
disruption. 1t seemed rather hard,
however, that Mr.. Vyaring should half
perish in his wife's own particular
earthquake. But though his grief lay
down with him ut 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 little fleecy
cloud Of hope no bigger than mans
hand. appeared upon the horizon, and
Mr.. Waring craSped It with nervous
despair.
After repeated outings on. Gwen
was coming for certain In a week or
two. TO remain until the shooting took
them North.
To Be Continued.
John ]. Jenkins. congressman-elect.