The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1896-10-24

IL uc IuuSl, duU Eul1lllS tuc Silly udIf,
for she used w to complainant
kiss her over and owe and tell her
how much he loved her, and how
sorry he was to hurt her by word or
look.
pride. restrained him and he had let
her 20 with her whole evening spoiled
because Of it.
All, just wait till she came in, tired
and cold and sleepy! Then he would
make all right. She would forgive him
of course she would, the darling!
And they would be happy again as
they had not been for weeks, sitting
by the fire together, she in the big
crimson chair and he on IN ottoman
at her side, just where he could touch
her hand or cheek and kiss her when
he choose.
The freight would dance on her hair
and bring out the soft color in her face,
and she would laugh and smile in the
old joyous way. What a fool he has
been-how cowardly and unreasonable,
to doubt his innocent darling even for
N moment.
It was 2 o'clock and Amber ought to
have been home an hour ago. What
was it made John start and 'remble
and pale as he glanced at the clock?
Were his fears confirmed? Had his
doubts become truths?
Hank! Was not the sound of q car
riage pausing at the curbing? What
occasioned this unusual confusion in
the hall below?
John Sarles seized his crutch and
limped a few PAGES toward the door.
but stopped as it was flung open and
the figure of an old serving man .ap-
peared on the threshould.
"Master-" he began.
John Sarles' lips moved, but no sound
passed them.
Master, I have come with sad news
for you. There has been an accident
the horses ran away-and Miss Am
ber-'
He caught John as he reeled and
fell and, answering the mute. awful
appeal of those agonized eyes, he con-
Guided
us hurt seriously, but not fatally.
They have just brought her home"
Three months afterword, when burst
ing buds and freshly-sprouting grass
proclaimed that spring was at hand,
Amber was carried into her husbands
study and propped up by pillows and
cushions on the sofa there. Her face
had lost it's roundness and its dainty
color and the beautiful brown-gold hair
was cut close to her head.
There was d great bunch Of yellow
roses on the table at her side and she
touched them lovingly, knowing that
John was watching her and that he
had placed them there.
Presently he came and sat down on
the edge of the sofa--all their differ
ences had long since been made up
and took her hands in his and held
them tenderly against his mouth. There
were tears in his eyes, though Amber's
were clear enough.
You dear old john" she said, smil-
ing. II believe you feel worse about
it than I do"
He sobbed.
swell, you needn't, you silly boy"
She was silent a moment and then
she said, musingly: do you know,
I believe I'm half glad"
ooh, my darling, to be lame all your
.life!"
eyes, for don't you see we shall
sy mpathize with n another more
than we ever had? And, oh, john"
Eyes, Amber"
IT never realized before how patient
and dear you were until l was hurt.
/ think I love o better than ever,
If that can be, and I am sure-quite.
quite sure, that this has been q blessed
lesson for both of us, aren't you?"
And John, in his newer and clearer
wisdom dared not deny it.-Waverley
Magazine.