The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-07

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In the face of our ignorance, suppose we
forget our respective greatness for the time
being?"
He smiled as he sat down
Il shall be very content to be a mere
woman" she returned, wondering why Mary
had gone away. II don't know that 1 aspire
to much more at any time
And how are your"
His voice lost it's half-jesting tone as the
door shut, and the smile died from his face
as he eagerly examined her now colorless
one.
Poor child, you have been dill! But you are
getting stronger again? You are almost we'll
again now?"
There was no mistaking it.
His voice vibrated with tender anxiety
with the tenderest anxiety.
The hot blood rushed to her cheeks again,
as, moving restlessly on her cushions, and
thinking how unkind it was of Mary to leave
her, in her weak state, to entertain him all
alone, she replied
II fancy my convaIescence is rather long,
but they say I gaining strength every
day I suppose am, too
Let mel"
With the gentleness of a woman he ar
ranged the cushions for her; then, instead Of
going back to his own seat, he drew one
close UP to her couch.
Are you strong enough to answer me a.
question:"
There was meaning in his voice, but her
reply was ready.
IL depends upon it's nature. I am not up
to algebra or Euclid yet"
1T is a very simple one. Do you love me I?
l ask you because 1 love you with all my
heart, and shall not find worth or beauty in
my life If you are not my wife,, he went on
in answer to the great eyes of anazement
with which she noted that his face had
whitened while her ears heard nervous
catch in his voice.
you are installing me for Miss Yamm,
are you not?"
Something was buzzing in her head, but her
sangfroid did not desert her
II will not affect to misunderstood you"
he said, gravely. You allude, of course to
my marked attentions to Harriet the night
following that other. Has it not occurred to
you that wounded pride and bitter disap-
pointment might account for my avoiding
YOU as did them"
1T has not
Her neck Strengthened and her head, all
short curls now, had no need of cushion sup
port, as she waited for his explanation.
1t was simple enough.
He had come that evening early, hoping to
find an opportunity of speaking b her alone
and hearing her tell Rose she was going to
arrange the flowers in the MUSHROOM, had
made his way thither.
He had reached the velvet portieres and
was on the point of passing through them
when he saw that Griffith Roberts was before
him. 60 -'
And he had been witness OF PSF the Scene
apparently unresisting in his arms "a -
Since her convalescence, he had waited
m2serably for the news of her engagement to
her cousin, and, seeing it did not come. had
at length, taken his sister into his confidence
You will remember how she asked YOU
about him before she left yesterday" he
concluded. TT was at my request that she
did so, and what she told me has brought
me here today-to take you home with
me tomorrow, my dearest he said, pas
s1onately, losing control over himself as he
READ what was written in her pale face
to nurse you well myself, and then when
you are strong enough, to take my wife nv
own darling wife, away with me to some
sunny land away from all msunderstand-
ings away from everyone all for myself
laugh of triumphant happiness as he sub
stituted his shoulder for her cushions-"you
cannot say me nay I know you love me-
Your dear truthful eyes tell me so, and
want no other answer
Decima always said afterwards that II was
because her brain was weakened to imbecil-
ity, that she forgot all about the difference
in social position, and sundry other very in
dependent and high-sounding things she
would otherwise have said, ana let him kiss
her TIL she was roster than when in the best
of health.
Anyway, she did not forget to say it all.
and when she remembered, it was too late
and there was nothing for it but to bask in
the sunshine of the glorious summer of love
thai was in future to pour it's radiance into
her life.
What will Rose say?'
A couple of years later John FanshaWe
asked this question of his wife as they sat
together over tete-a-tete tea in the library
of their cosy little Mayfair house; he begin
ming to be talked of as a politician she the
mother OF a. r1otous boy of nine months, but