The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1901-03-02
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| heart beneath your holy garb. / mus1
go forth and wander on
s'My child, my child! do not give
way to such despair chided the older
! woman. 1T is wrong; it is sinful!
You, upon whom Providence has show
cred such rich and Wondrous bless
| ings"e
81 know, I know" was the sad re-
Spouse. <"Ah, Sister, you have taught
/ me lessons during my sojourn in these
holy walls that [ can never forget.
You have laugh me to look upwards for
the brightness that earth denies me.
But, alas! you know not the weakness
Of a Woman's heart When-When 1t
loves! You know not the madness,
the folly Will you believe it?'-she
broke off, passionately-"I have been
very happy here, seeing him senseless,
fevered, for aught I knew, dying
happy in feeling was near him, at his
side-happy in hearing his fevered raw
ing, Ss thing his burning brow, holding
the cSclng water to hs parched lips
happy in feeling that he would die. in
my arms. Sister, Sister! what must
be the misery Of love that can find
iself blessed in pain, in sorrow, in SUI
fering-nay, even in death itself? '%-
.~"Poor childr' said the nun,sin a tone
| Of tender pity. Earthly love always
has it's dregs of bitterness and pain.
Be satisfied, be patient, and trust in
the goodness of Providence. All will
yet be we'll"
ALIAS. you know not the stern fate
that rules my life" answered the 9th.
er, sobbing. you know not how
blind, how pitiless, how relentless, is
the will Of man. You speak to me Of
Gods will; but I, alas, am bound by
the will OF a proud, weak, passionate,
| resentful man, and who, if he knew,
if he dreamed of my mission here,
would scorn all restraint TT
'1That mission is now over my
child" sad the nun, gravely. 'All
danger is past. God has heard. your
first wild prayer to Him, and has
spared the life Gearer than your own.
Leave the future in His wise keeping,
and go the way that duty points in
peace"
II must, l must!' was the despair
me. But-but there can be no harm
in my looking on his face once more
ere'-the low voice faltered-"ere l
blu 1Ilui dulCu lOICVpl.
Your promise, my child-remember
your solemn promise!' said the nun,
reproachfully.
II have not forgotten it," the other
answered.
II do not ask to speak to him. Alas,
it would be only adding a new pang to
despair. Let me but look upon his
sleeping face and. bear away with me
it's expression of peaceful repose." r.
Herbert lay still, almost breathless,
fearing to move or breathe, lest he
should dissolve the beautiful dream;
for it was Sybil who spoke-Syb!l,
whose accents trembled in his ear in
tones of despairing love-Sybil, who
pleaded for one more glance at his
sleeping face.
He closed his eyes and lay like a
breathing statue as she approached
his bedside. If he spoke to her, if he
looked at her, he felt she would again
melt from his presence, this strange,
mysterious spirit-love.
She glided to his bedside; he felt her
head bend above him, lift his wasted
hand and as a great scalding tear fell
upon his brow a whisper, low and
tremulous as the sigh of the summer
zephyr, reached his ear:
"My love, my faithful love, farewell
farewell, forever"
The last word was unspoken, for, as
if that teardror had started him into
life, Herbert Enclosed his eyes, clasped
the little land that still rested timidly
on his with ferv ant pressure, and he
and his nurse of the previous evening
were face to face