Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-08-19
She Found His Heart.

Looking up from my seat on the
floor by the window | caught sight of
my face in the mirror In the half
dusky light | saw at first only CLEAN
OF something white, with intense dark
spots for eyes, and hair like a black
encircling shadow. But gazing longer
the features grew upon my sight-the
ow, broad forehead, the grave, heavy
nou h--red rs coral, the sullen eyes,
cleaning from beneath wide lids and
half yelled by the sweep of inky
'urved laShes the square chin-dim-
pied and the smooth. colorless cheeks
Just above this another face was
reflected from the gilded frame upo
he wall. No need of waiting to see
those features plainly through want of
light. Its crown of golden braids made
is own illumination. There was
brightness in the azure eyes, in the
radiant forehead, in the smiling. scar
let mouth, and blossomy cheeks.
Brightness cleaned from the little
jeweled hand on which the dainty chin
of the fair young face was poised, and
broke like shadows of moonlight from
the white round throat, flashing with
jewels.
Shadow and sunlight-night and
day, | said, and dropped my face into
my folded arms upon the window
ledge.
The rain came down heavily The
wind tossed a few drops upon my
loose hair, falling in dark waves and
coils over my bare arms. The rush
of it's falling sounded in my ears, and
gave me a sense of great strength.
wondered if it would not beat the life
quite out of everything which might
be exposed to it's pitiless pelting, SC
that it would never feel again, but
would lie forever cold and dead
Something warm and tender and sen
sitive; my heart for instance
would have given the world to have
had my heart dead.
Magdalen, Magdalen!"
Some one called me. | raised my
head, and shaking back my hair
listened in the darkness A little lig'.,
step came pattering through the hall
the door Enclosed and swung noise
lessly to again, and then slight
figure dressed in white glided through
the shadows toward me-
What ale you doing, Magdalen?'
said its sweet voice.
THINKING
"And getting cold! Your hair is we
with rain DO shut the window"
"No-my head aches"
But you will be sick"
Well
please shut the window, Magda-
len"
81 will not. Go back to bed, Alice.
The little white figure swept across
the room and paused by the door
Il came to tell you something sister
Magdalen.
Not tonight do not want to talk
Go to bed"
The child came softly across the car
pet again and knelt down by me. The
little arms crept under my weight OF
falling hair and encircled my neck
The soft, warm cheek was pressed
against my cold, white face.
Il am 16 today. Kiss me, Magda-
len"
put my hand under the pretty chin
and raised the fair, innocent face,
Then | kissed her mouth, the fresh
little mouth which I knew Dudley
loved so much
Now. goodnight. child" l said hur-
riedly, unclasping her arms. "You
must not stay here in your nightdress. "
She brought a cloak to put about
me, and then went out. All that night
I sat alone in the rainy darkness and
thought.
You are so busy all the time, Mag.
dalen. You work from daylight to
dark. necessarily. Why do you dc
so?"
She looked up from her dreaming in
shadow corner and asked the ques-
ton, while she watched me sewing
swiftly.
Il prefer being busy. Alice"
You do not have time to think"
Il do not want to think"
You are very strange. Oh. I love
to think. | should not be happy il
could not"
The little sigh Of exquisite pleasure
the tender smile ripping across the
pretty face, the indolent falling back
to pleasant dreams and memories
these were the signs of her thoughts
Night solitude, the listening to falling
rain. white. desolate face, and q
dropping head were the signs Of mine
did not choose to think She did
Gradually the sunlight stole out Of thu
room. Purple and golden shadows