The Norfolk weekly news., 1900-05-03

| there been u tremendous change in the
weather since morning, don't you
think? 1t has grown quite a good deal
colder with the wind in the north.'"
81 wish you would take this medicine
for me-" pleaded the girl. She still held
the spoon in her hand. Wont you"
"No, no! Let me rest. | want TO be
| right quiet, so that | can think And
SO, after all, what good does II do you,
since there Is no one to carc-bcCnusc
now that you are gone there is no one
to care, Jcan-no one at allT"
Her wide, bright eyes stared unscc-
| ingly at n little white curtain which
was strung across the window pane.
at IL n queer thing about these sto-
ries, Jean" she continued. "Do you re-
| member what you used to say? l re-
| member. You used to say, You are too
| happy, Nan, to write we'll Nan! No
body ever calls me Nan now. | never
| hear my own name from one days end
| to another"
She sighed and half closed her eyes
| for moment.
"Well," she added, "sincc you cannot
utter It, don't want to hear it. l don't
want to hear it from anybody else"
"IIc must be dead" whispered the
girl.
"'You will never write well until
your heart is broken you said, and
you were right about that, Jean. Your
heart must break first; then you must
struggle and struggle, you must know
privation and suffering of all sorts and
hunger even before you can touch the
hearts of others who have also known
these things"
She fell to moaning, the two nurses
standing by and looking helplessly on.
You could hardly accuse me of being
too happy now, JEAN" she resumed
falteringly. IL have known what it
was to suffer, have known privations,
l have known want, but, worst of all, L
have known what 1t was to live with
out you. All the rest was as nothing.
And no matter how l suffered l must
work. l must keep on working, work
ing, working! Sometimes while | work
ed l tried to imagine that you We're
near me, because otherwise my mouth
got hard and dry and my heart seemed
about to stop beating altogether, l was
so unhappy, l was so alone!
"Think of being alone, Jean, after
! being with you-alone with only mem
| cries to keep me company! And mem
ories are sad, sad company. Do you
remember the White City, where we
were so happy together? Do you re-
member the white bridge, with it's cleo
trio pyramid in the water below, all
shining with different colored lights
and the blue grotto and the Mexican
who came out every evening and sang
his little song? What was the song?
can't remember the name of it, but
know the tune. II somebody would
only hum snatch of it, | could re-
member it Cirectly. VIII somebody"
She waited. Presently she began to
muttcr impatiently.
"Will nobody hum the tune? 1t is
strange l can't remember it. l can't
remember anything any more, it seems.
Those spiders on the wall have spun
their webs across my BRAIN
"There isn't single spider on the
wall" said the girl.
"Of course not" assented the other.
''If you take all their rawlings literally,
you will presently be raving yourself.
What is this place she is talking
aboutY'
81 imagine it was some sort of expo
sition held somewhere. ! can't tell
where. Maybe they spent their honey
moon there. Sometimes | think it must
have been the Worlds fair. She talks
Of white buildings and white bridges.
believe l would know the place If
saw it, ] have heard so much about it.
She talks of it constantly. They sat at
little tables and looked at the crowd.
The women were pretty women. They