Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-07-11
Thorns and Orange Blossoms.
AUTHOR OF
ROMANCE OF A YOUNG GIRL
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must be patient, and, above all, she
must remember how precious her life
was.
On the sixth day Violet shut her
self up in her room. She had re-
solved on sending another letter
This should not be a friendly invita-
ton, but passionate appeal to him
to come to her. She would not ask
! him to be friends, but she would tell
him how passionately she had learned
| to love him. She would not break her
| news to him; but she would beg him
| to forgive her for the old loves sake.
Think of me-" she wrote, mot as
the proud, injured, naughty wife who
babe you farewell, careless of your
love and careless of your pain, but as
the girl whom you wooed in the woods
OF st. Byno's. In those days, frankly
own, love was new to me, and / did
not love you as you deserved; now It
is different. Come back to me, Ran
dolph, come back to me, darling, for
have learned at last to love you with
my whole .-eart and soul, just as you
loved me at first. And, beloved,
shall wait Aere six days-six days.
IL, at the end of that time, have not
heard from you, shall know that you
will never either write to me or come
to see me again, and life will be all
over with me. But you will come,
beloved, you will come! Ny heart
longs for you. You will take me in
your arms and kiss me, and lay my
head upon your breast!"
She wrote the letter on her knees;
she covered it with burning tears and
passionate kisses. Then she carried
it herself to the post. She put it into
the letter-boy, and, as it dropped from
her fingers, turned to Mrs. Carstone
with a smile more sad than any sigh.
THAT will bring me either life or
DEATH" she said.
ut will be life, my dear" returned
Mrs. Carstone.
mo man who loved his wife could
turn deaf ear to such prayers as
yours. You have promised to wait
here six days. Let us spend those
six days more sensibly than we have
the last. Let us spend them in shop
ping. Have you money, my dear?"
And the anwer was Plenty" with a
dreary sigh.
you will want it ALL" said Mrs.
Carstone, delighted to think how
easily she could make up any little
deficiency of that kind. After
writing that letter, you must rest to
day, and tomorrow we will go out
shopping Have you any idea what
we shall buy?"
NO." replied Violet; but there was
flush on her face aud a shy, sweet
light in her eyes as she answered.
Such marvels," said Mrs Carstone
-'such dainty marvels of lace and
embroidery-little pretty things that
will make your heart beat with joy,
And do you know for whom they will
be?"
"Oh, happy mel" sighed Violet,
even as she smiled.
'In spite of all my trouble, thrice
happy me!
Thrice happy every good woman to
whom Heaven sends the gift of q
little child" said Mrs. Carstone, with
tears in her eyes. You will have no
time for watching at the windows for
the postman; the next six days must
be spent in making provision for the
| future Lord RIVERS
So during the next six days the
beautiful face regained some of its
color and some of it's calm: Cor Violet
was taken out of herself by this new
and keen delight am, Mrs. Carstone
was just as pleased.
Violet reused herself from this new
and engrossing occupation to ask
where her husband was. No letter
had yet arrived; until the end of the
sixth day Mrs. Carstone would not
have the question discussed.
He will come or write, she said.
1T is not likely that, loving you as he
does, he will refuse. If he u4d not
+ intend to come, he would at least
write and say So"
The fifth, sixth, seventh day came
without news or letter; and then they
knew they must look the cruel fact
straight in the face.
He will neither write nor come
now, said Violet, with the calm OF
: despair, Il cannot deceive myself OF
buoy myself up with false hopes any
longer; he will not come"
No. replied Mrs. Carstone; 4
nave been mistaken; he will not
t come"
= The dainty purchases were ali
packed. There was not more shop
ping; they could remain no longer Al
/ the hotel.
In ten days MORE" said Mrs. Car
stone, regretfully, Il must leave Won
My husband and son return from
abroad. ana must join them. viii
you come home with me-"
mo. thank you with all my heart
but | could not do that. Think 70
mel carnot think for myself; fine
some place for me where can die"
Die! What nonsense, my dear
} Why should you die? Hope on, hop,
ever Let me think what it is bes
that I should do for you"
| he a.. a