The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1902-12-20

White no, bass5I whit yop at i !Ftale
me .tbshlm now. I want to kneel at
his feet and sue for pardonsfs.nM,s.But
the doctor shook his head.
do not tell me he Ii, dead, doctor;
IL cannot be. Let me die too" and
she grasped at her BOSOM tearing OF
l:er fnery in her desperate clutch at
her throat. With a strong hand the
doctor restrained her and forced
down another soothing mixture.
Madam" said he, when she had
become calmer, your husband is
delirious. It required strong meas
ures to prevent his killing himself.
He is = till violent and may not re
cover his sensec before morning. His
constant cry is Charlotte! Char
lotte!" mingled with pitiful demands
fer baby"
Take me to him, doctor, / can
c:lre htm-I am the only one-do you
not understand? l am his Charlotte
he wants me and I must go to him.
She arose and went out, the doctor
following. He, placed her In the cab.
and together they drove to the hos.
pital.
1t vas a pitiful sight. The doctor
Folding a lady with q strong, restrain.
ing hand to prevent her throwing
herself upon the form OF. a man who
lay grasping at his throat and crying.
"Charlotte! Charlotte! Come back
to me, Charlotte; you have killed me.
My heart is. broken, and I loved you
so, You did not mean what you
wrote, did you, Charlotte? How cold
everything is. You said l never loved
you, but you were SO queenly beauti-
full that I was afraid to let you see
my heart. It is bursting with love
for you, Charlotte. Come, my wife,
and he opened wide his. eyes, into
which the woman, tearing herself
away from all restraint, cast herself,
and, winding her arms around his
neck, laid her cheek close to his.
Under the hypnotic influence of her
presence, the rawlings ceased and
finally slumber came. The wife re.
fused to be taken away from her
husbands arms, and SO they were left
In the crisp crisp; early morn, the bells
.of ar adjoining church rang but their
merry Christmas. peals and awioke
!, the patient, who sat up. and looked tlk!. !
{. "where am. 1.,,I he asked, rubbing
his sdazedss eyes "The':. BELLS the
Christmas bells! i have had,a hide:
ons dream. All. Charlotte! +, He laid
his hand caressingly upon. that bowed
head and whispered: Charlotte, have
you: come back Il, me-? Am 1 dream
ing?"
mo, huabannd, not now i, Edward Ed, r
husband I am not worthy to. call you
So"
Come hereto my, heart. Charlotte,
my wife," and he .clasped her close
to his: breast. s@:'But where am 4? I
hear the Christmass bells. l thought
never: toshear them, again. What has
happened. !Charlotte?""
Edward, my husband. you have
been III. and youshave been dreaming.
But, notsnow, dear. It is real, that, /
am: by your side. and the. Christmas
bells are real. Listen. they are tell
ing you how muchsI love YOU"
With their arms around each other
they listened to the bells which spoke
to them in a. language that could not
be misunderstood. Edward Dalling
recovered finally. but his was a des.
'roro&o ohonoo ond 1offt hf,, g..
many months. He never knew posi-
lively, whether the letter he found on
his; wife's table, announcing that she
did! not love. him. and that she was
about to. depart to a foreign land to
find happiness with Richard Talbot,
vas q dream or e reality. His wife's.
constant tenderzessa and unwavering
devotion. finally. Slotted it from his
mind. @Ons every Christmas morning
they never fail to sit in. silence with
ciasped hands. listening to the bells,
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