St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1896-03-22

, escreto1re and take out small sealed
packet from the left-hand top drawer.
There is a letter inside When I am
dead you will see that it is delivered
into the hands Of the person to whom
it is addressed?"
rs that all?"
That is all. I ask this favor of YOU
because l prefer to trust you rather
imam my maid or a solicitor The cues
tlon is, will you trust me?''
And she watched him with strained
attention.
Trust your" he echoed.
Yes. Open the packet and read the
address on the letter"
she rolled over and hid her face in
! the bedclothes. There was a short si-
lence, and the writing ON the envelope
! was not palmer than the CONSERVATION
/ on his face.
Perhaps you have a right to know
what have written to him?" she said,
at length, in stifled voice. Certainly
you nave right to know why I have
| written to him. But I can't explain,
and l won't excuse myself AS I said
| me p"
She turned to him at that, and her
voice was the voice and her ewes were
! the eyes of dying woman. So it
came to pass that he went back to the
bed and awkwardly, but with much
tender intention, smoothed the bright
rain Of her hair on the pillows.
/ viii I?' he said, huskily Eyes, 1
think of those three years, and Of your
| part in them. and L am quite satisfied
| to know nothing"
For the first time Curing the inter-
view tears welled up nto her eyes and
overlooked.
How good you are, how very goodp'
she murlnured, as he gathered her
again into his arms.
My poor little girl My poor, dear
little girl!' he murmured.
With a supreme effort she clasped
her frail arms around his neck.
s-s-sh! She is asleep" he warned
! the nurse, who quietly entered the
room few minutes later.
The light of huge fire clashed with
the autumn dusk, wan with regrets and
memories, which had invaded the room
The carved cedar wood bed was
| pushed away into a corner, and the
woman had been moved to capacious
chintz-covered sofa pulled close up to
the hearth.
She was terribly thin and white, the
weight of her mouse-colored chignon
seemed to drag back her delicate head:
she looked almost lost among the laces
and furs of her loose gown, but she
was no longer dying nor in any dan
ger of doing so; for this once death
had turned away his head and passed
her by
And the man stood on the opposite
side of the hearth, watching her with
all his honest heart in his eyes
"Oh-h! she yawned. I'm so tired,
so fearfully tired of doing nothing.
How tiresome that doctor is to keep
me here. l feel just like galley slave
chained to his oar.
He said you Nigh, perhaps, be car
ried down stairs at the end of the week,
didn't he?"
AT the end of the week! And only
perhaps! He's a regular old woman.
First he literally frightened me nearly
to death, for l don't believe was ever
as i'll as he said''
We'll you were pretty bad, you
know" he reminded her mildly
Il was very ILL.,"
You thought you were dying"
Yes, 1 suppose 1 did" The result
of few moments thought was to
make her blush family. 81 seem to
remember that THAT we both-lost
our heads and behaved like the hero
and the heroine of Surrey melodra-
ma, she said shamefacedly.
Well, put it in that way, if YOU
like"
You were awfully cut up, weren't
you? Dear old boy! 1 never realized
until then how fond you are of me.
IT l had died! Ugh! Don't let us talk
about it,
She Struggled down among the cush-
ions and held out her transparent
hands to the blaze
There's one thing" he said; that
letter, you know"
His expression was considerably
more embarrassed than hers
letter."
THE letter you gave into my charge.
is"
"Ohp
She held out her hand, and with
scarcely appreciable hesitation he
placed the sealed envelope in it.
There was moments silence while
she stared at the address with down
cast eyes and an absolutely blank
countenanee. Then, giving a half shrug
of her shoulders, she tore the envelope
across and again across He gave an
irrepressible start forward.