The Jennings daily record., 1902-12-29

while ago, but want you 70 takS
me to him now. / want to kneel at
his feet and sue for pardon. But
the doctor shook his head.
do not tell me he is dead, doctor;
i1 cannot be, Let me die, too, and
she grasped at her bosom, tearing on
Eer 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. 1t required strong meas Z
ures to prevent his killing himself
He is still violent and may not re-
cover his senses before morning. His
constant cry is. Charlotte! Char
lctte!" mingled with pitifur demands
.or baby
"Take me to him, doctor, can
c:Jre him--I am the only one--do you ;
not understand? / am his Charlotte
he wants me and 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 was pitiful sight. The doctor
holding a lady with a strong. restrain
ing hand to prevent her throwing
herself upon the form OF man who
lay grasping at his throat and crying,
charlotte! ChaFlottei 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 colo
everything is. You said never loved
| you, but you were SO queenfy beauti-
ful that / was afraid TO let you see
my heart. 1t 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
alone.
In the crisp, early morn. the bells
of an adjoining church rang out their
merry Christmas peals and awoke
the patient, who sat up and looked
around.
Where am II" he asked, rubbing
his dazed eyes, The bells. the
Christmas bellsi 1 have had hide
o,Is dream. All. Charlotte!" He laid
his hand caressingly upon that bowed
head and whispered: Charlotte, have
you come back to me? Am / dream
ing?"
No, husband, not now, Edward,
husband; / am not worthy to call you
sts'
Come here to my heart, Charlotte,
my wife" and he clasped her close
to his breast. But where am 1?
hear the Christmas bells. I thought
never to hear them again. What has
happened, Charlotte?"
Edward, my husband, you have
been i'll, and you have been dreaming
But not now, dear 1t is real that
am by your side, and the Christmas
= bells are real. Listen. they are tell
ing you how much 1 love you"
With their arms around each othe:
,, they listened to the bells which spoke
). to them IN a language that could no
be misunderstood. Edward Dallina
recovered finally, but his was a des
rerate chance and left him feeble fo
many mnnths. He never knew posi-
lively whether the letter he found Oh
his wife's table, announcing that sh'
did not love him. and that she wa
about to depart to a foreign land t.
:, ind happiness with Richard Talbot
II was a dream or reality. His wife
constant tenderness and unwaverin
devotinn finally blotted it from hi
= mind. On every Christmas mornin
they never fail to sit in silence wit
. clasped hands, listening to the bell
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