St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1896-03-01
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plexion-no doubt poor Harry had no.
ticed tt-and her eyes were good; but
now her skin was like tallow, and her
eyes all dark and washed out. and they
had curious empty expression in them
that did not like at ALL put the tray
on the drawers and went up to her and
laid my hand on her shoulder. my
DEAR" I said, as kindly as I could speak,
"I have brought you little nice broth.
And you must take 1t all at once, while
it is hot, to please me-"
She did not SO much as thank me,
but just stood and stared in a dazed,
fixed way, like a deaf mute. So I did
not feel myself inclined to bother my
self further about her, and turned to
go. AS soon as l did that, however,
she spoke to me, calling my name.
Even her voice had a sort of lost sound
in it, as if she were talking in her
sleep.
Mrs Braye," she said, there's
something L have been wanting to say
What is it?" I inquired.
eff Mr.. Harry gets we'll I will not
marry him-to blight his career.
never would have injured him, and I
never will. I would die sooner
Well, it seemed rather late to think
of that. Still, it showed a nice spirit,
and 1 liked the way she spoke of him.
She really was a lady, in her way
and-poor thing she did look the pic
ture of misery. l am a tender-hearted
woman, and 1 could not but feel a.
pang Of pity for her.
"Ah, my DEAR" I said, there's no
question of marrying or not marrying
matters any more Then l. kissed
her-I kissed her affectionately; and
bade her lie down, and not trouble
about Lily's lessons, and told her that
whenever there was a change in Har-
rvs condition I would let her know.
The change came a few days later
not suddenly, but creeping inch by inch:
and it was not the change we had all
anticipated. My splendid boy! Just
as he had struggled and triumphed at
football and cricket, so his magnifi-
cent strength fought with and over
came the poison in his blood before
1t could deposit itself in vital organs.
1t was marvellous. The very doctors,
accustomed to miracles, would not be-
lieve their senses when they counted
his pulse and looked at the little Their
mometer, and felt the places where
the sore Jumps had been. For weeks.
l may say, we seemed to hold our
breath in the maddening suspense tan
talized and intoxicated with a hope
we dared not call a certainty, but at
last we knew that life had conquered
death, and that this agony of mother
hood, at any rate, was over. Of course.
he was weaker than newborn baby
a mere shadow Of himself, but he was
saved. When they told me, fell on
my knees just where I stood and cried
in my wild rapture and thankfulness:
80 God! God. What can 1 do-for ali
Thy goodness to me?"
The Woman at Home.
They looked at me in an odd wav.
They all looked at me, even my bow.
with his hollow eyes. And Tom said.
Come here, Polly, 1 want to speak to
YOU" and took me into our room, and
laid his hands on my shoulders. He
was six feet in his socks, and weighed
fifteen stone, but he trembled like a
child.
"Old girl" he said, you'll have to
let him have her"
"Oh," 1 replied, 'if he wants the
moon, give it to himi 1 don't care"
After all, she was a lady, and a B.
A. He might have done worse. But
when l saw the look he turned to her
when she ran like a deer to his arms
poor sticks of arms!-and how he held
her, and crooned over her-oh. it was
like a dagger in my breast!
Tom came to me and tried to com
fort me. He reminded me that we did
the same ourselves when we were
young, and that we still had each
other.
you've still got me. Polly. I shan't
desert you"
Yes, yes; Of course, still had him.
But-well, a man can't understand.