The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1896-03-12

ing her to be certain that the door was
locked ere she left. AS he went down
stairs he said to himself she was
working too hard and Needed a
change, and, made d mental VOW to
send her with his next patient ordered
to the seaside. She remained at the
foot of the bed until the heavy up
proach of the laundress reused her,
and she went shuddering to the chair,
where she sat shading, her, face, while
the woman, laid out the body, after the
decent fashion of our people. When
she had gone she locked the door.
Then she pressed her hands over her
eyes and trembled slightly. remaining
still and sorrowing for some minutes.
Presently she went to the bed, and,
%upcovefing the face, began to smooth
the hair from the forehead. speaking,
In d low mufiiur.
Harry. dear" she whispered, "the
world could not divide us at the last.
though It ls SO big. We are togeth
lCu and |. as we used to be in the J..
ginning. Do you mind now that you
knew that l was with you? You are
not ahgry. dear, because after all
these years God has let me see you
again, and call you by your name, and
-oh-yes-"
She bent to kiss him, but shook her
head sadly, instead, and knelt by his
side.
Let me talk to you just as If 1t were
the same again, and as If nothing had
happened, and we were boy and girl
once more. l won't say anything about
her to make you angry. l won't re-
member 1t. md YOU fnust forget it,
too. Can you forget, ! wonder' DO
=, ,ra ~x- N@.1 faY.rof ~ xryhiln
you were alive; are you forgetting me
now you are deadf"
The tears gathered into her eyes.
and she sobbed softly. She looked in
to the white face, and said quickly:
"But l won't ask you to forget, Har-
~. l won't ask it; It isn't mine to ask.
1t was all a mistake. dear, and we
have both suffered. perhaps she has
su!reled, too. It was hard you We're
not happy; you were so good, and
loved so much. We have both loved
much. have we not? Where have YOU
been oil these years | wonder If you
eyer thought Of Inc as | have thought
OF you, and remembered the old days.
If you had met me, l wonder if you
would have taken me in your arms
and kissed me as you did in the mead
ows at Langly. t would lave let you,
Harry, as | did then; you know /
would. Were you too proud to come
back to me? OH, my dear, l would
have lain at your feet, had you wishel
it, and begged you to look down and
smile at me. But it's too late now
there's no hope for either of us. l felt
that there could not be after the day
you wrote me; but l would have faced
everything and dared everything if
Won bod onpoo hocL Nayot, mind dnor
it is good to look back upon and think
of and love, and nobody can take il
away from lis Don't think of it if i
makes you angry! but | can't help re
memberihg; and how I'm telling you
with no one else to hear"
The bright SUE beat through TIL
window blinds, and filled the room
with d radiance thick and hot. Sh'
bowed her head on the bed and re
manned kneeling with her arm
stretched across the body. Present..
she arose and began to move softl.
about the room, touching his book
( and little treasures. The white figur
on the cross hung, in it's infinite pa
thos, over the bed. She took it from
it's place and was about to lay it OF
his breast. With a quick gesture sh
stopped and replaced it on the wal
+ Then she turned to his writing table
5 and took up the faded photograph i
. the Oxford frame.
"You were his then" she said, 1
L gentle, even voice. "ard you are hi
I still. You have the right; l have non
world to-day, have quite forgotten
t but l know he has remembered, and
S her voice shook a little-"he wOul
d wish it,"
L She laid the photograph on the bod
e where she had turned back the shee
9 and smoothed the creases AVA frol
k it. Her hands clasped before her. sh
e stood looking at the strange pair-tf
dead man, with his peaceful face, an
e the picture, with its saucy eyes al
antiquated fineries. The wicked orr
l. seemed mockingly to tell her OF a ba
a rier she must not pass. a right of pc
t session she dare not dispute. 81
d sighed, as if submissively. and turnt
to the window. fitting a corner of Il
d blind to scan the well-nigh deserte
il t~horoughfare. A coster passed with
V basketful OF cowslips, and she remeI
e bered a morning in Langly mea
ows, where Harry made a wreath al
n crowned her his queen of the cOwslip
l. Going to the door. she called Hanna
o anu. giving leI SUIT peuilcS, sent IL
to puy a bunch of the flowers. 81
took them back to the room and begt
o to strew them over the coverlid. r.
hooking eyes appeared to follow h
f. with unconcealcd derision. and hasti
n she swept the yellow blossoms toget
a. er again. Filling a large jar wi
Is water. she arranged the flowers in
aud put it on a table by the head
7he bed. She picked up a few spra
il from the bunch and laid them for
moment on the cold lips. Then she to
them and. undoing a button in h
bodice. hid them at her breast. Wit
q out looking at him again.. she ere
n~oiselessly out of the room, locki
10 the door and giving the key to t
- l;nndTess, as the doctor had directt
IL u Il + Il ~
u In the smoking room of a West r
club two men were talking. One sa.
of Il was at Lady Stourcommon's Ii
:. night. What a firt that woman
~ mains at f~ifty!"-Black and White.