Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1898-12-08

! in case OF disappointment, though,
/ you would not tell her OF the idea un-
III you have al answer from Ceylon.
The dean fully agreed to this, and
| having escorted Lady Worthington 10
| he carriage, sat down again In the
! the Magnay's sitting-room 10 CON
slider the wording of his all-important
| telegram. He had never been an
| illiberal man, although he had gained
reputation for being close handed
because he disliked anything which
/ caused him personal discomfort or
| trouble, but now that he was reused
to take a real interest in something
altogether outside himself he was
really generous.
The visit of the London doctor took
| place a little later in the week. and
the dean built great deal on 1t. hop
Ing that his opinion would be more
| favorable, or that he would adopt
some more active measures. He was
terribly disappointed when Mr., Moore
only confirmed the opinion of the
Rilchester DOCTORS trepanning could
not be attempted; in all probability
the patient would never recover con-
seriousness, but would sink in faw
days. This was the opinion given
10 the dean-the doctor faltered a lit
tie as Esperance drew him aside,
You will not deceive me, know,
she said, raising her clear brown eyes
| to his. is there any hope of my
husbands recovery"
Never had the doctor been SO
strongly tempted TO hold out false
! looking at the poor little wife. SO
young and helpless. so unable to bear
calamity But those unflinching eyes
would not allow him 10 prevarieate.
1T is possible, madame" he said
with emphasis.
Her lips quivered. She saw plain
ly how very little hope he had.
How long," she asked, in a
tremulouS voice.
1T may be few days, he answer
ed, "or it may possibly be weeks, on
| even months. There have been cases
in which the patient has fingered on
| in this way and ultimately recovered
but it is only fair to tell you, madame
they are very rare.
She asked few more questions,
keeping back her tears brayely; then
with few words of hearty sympathy
Mr.. Moore took leave, hurrying away
TO catch the London train.
| FOR 40
thing" he said to Mr. Maclaren. the
| Rilchester doctor, who accompanied
him to the station. They have not
been married long. | hear.
Not two years. replied Mr.. Ma
| claren
"Humph. they say French women
| cant speak the truth, but they COM
| pei you to tell it, nevertheless. Fine
eyes she had. and uncommon-the
color of Smyrna raisine exactly"
Then the two doctors fell to talk
ing OF other matters, and in few
minutes the celebrity upon whom
Dean Collinson's hopes had been CEN
tered was being whirled away to Lon
don by the express
For few minutes after his de-
parture Esperance allowed herself
10 give way to her Overwhelming
grief, then controlling herself once
more, she paced slowly up and down
the room, despairingly, but with the
enforced quiet Of strong restraint
She paused for minute at the
window, but the November sunshine
was streaming full into the room and
she could not look out, her weary
sight was dazzled by the brightness
as she lowered her eyes, however
they rested for an instant on her
betrothal-riBg. The sunlight was
illumlning the raised letters! She
read them over and over, at first
dreamily, but afterward with sud
den glad "Esperez tou-
| jours!"
She twisted the ring slowly from
side to side, letting the light play
brilliantly on each letter. What
memories those words brought 10 her.
She let her thoughts travel slowly
back. Now she was in the little
salon at Paris, with her father and
Gaspard in their National Guard uni
form, and those words were ring
| ing in her ears in her fathers own
voice; then again she was at crowd
| ed London terminus, the door OF the
carriage was shut and locked, and
| Gaspard was whispering those words
| of comfort to her: again-and heT
tears fell fast at the remembrance
| she was walking with Claude along
a straight, dusty road, bounded on
each side by a vast plain, and she
| had told him that this was her
| motto. and he had remembered IT.
and reminded her of 1t as they stood
later on still, by the crusaders tomb;
then on still further TO the old
| chateau, and the long hours of that
Christmas-eve when Claude had re-
peated the words, and they had sooth-
| ed her like a sort OF charm, late
| still in that same day, and she was
! lying peacefully with her little son
beside her, and Claude's bright face
! was bent down TO hers, to whisper