Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1900-09-25
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CHApTER XIu-(Continued.)

CHAPTER XIII.-(Continued
What has your sorrow done for you,
Ever he asked after a time.
again came the beautiful light on the
sweet face.
1T has opened my heart, she replied,
sit has killed all self-love, it has made
me love and pity every one who has suf-
ferSd, it has taught me that life is but
short and that heaven is my true home. "
His pride and self-love gave way; he
sobbed like a child.
My dear old friendw said Eve; and,
as simply as ii child might have done it,
she drew MS head upon her arm, and the
first tears he shed over the great sorrow
Of his life fell on her kindly ministering
hands
From that day a change came over
Felix He went home even that same
evening an altered man; he opened his
heart to the love and sympathy that Kate
had showed him. The proud, stern cold
ness fell from him-he took the children
in his arms and kissed the little faces.
He did not suffer less-but 1t was In
another fashion now. He worked harder
than ever; lie said to himself that If 1t
were possible he would drown his sorrow
in the hardest work he could find. And
yet he did not know the worst; he only
knew that Violet had broken her prom
Use, and declared it impossible to marry
him; he had not the faintest notion that
there was really any wealthy lever at
hand Still all Liford--all but himself
knew that Violet was going TO marry Sir
Owen; it had been kept quite secret for
some time, but now the day was fixed
the fourteenth of September-and there
could be no longer any secrecy.
On the morning of that day Felix went
TO the office early, and it struck him that
there was an unusual stir in the streets.
A band of music passed him. He saw
the people, gayly dressed, all going in the
same direction. He went into his Office
even the clerk was not there. Without
loss of time he went to work busily at
his papers. Ha. Surely he was not mis-
taken at the chimes of the old church
bells-surely they were Ginning not an
everyday chime-surely he heard burst
of jubilant melody-a clang of joyful
sound! He opened the window and the
rich waves of sound came in upon the
sunlit air.
1T is like the sound of wedding bells"
he thought to himself, but no one has
been married from here"
There was something pathetic in the
handsome, wondering face leaning from
the window, listening to the bells that
were ringing ais death knell.
He weat 10 his papers again, but it was
impossible to write; the air was full of
music, the gay, sweet chime rang out
every moment. He could not write. He
could not work with that mad, merry mu-
sic filing the air; but he could go and
ask what it all meant.
In the street he met his old friend, DIR.
Ludlow. He stopped and spoke to him.
II ought to be very busy with my
work, he said, but those bells distract
me. What are they ringing for, doctorf'
And the kind-hearted doctor looked sad
ly at him.
Have you not heard?" be asked.
"No-I hear so little-r am so busy al
ways. What is it for?"
But the doctor could not tell him.
Go as far as the church," he said;
"the walk will do you good this beauti-
full morning. Ask the ringers-they are
sure to know
He had not the time to spare; but the
morning was fine, and some strange in
stinct that he could not account for hur-
ried him on.
why are you ringing this merry chime
to-day?' he asked one of the ringers,
white-headed old man, whose arms were
wearied, and who sat resting on one OF
the green graves.
Why? Because the great Sir Owen is
married to-day, Master Lonsdale"
Married. cried Felix Married to
whoni?"
The Ginning ceased and the wind fell
as the old man answered:
Married 10 Violet Haye."