The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-11-23

name. is Hamilton, and he talks about
Constance an. the children jest for all
the. world as If : he had right to.
You. won't mind it. I tell you what |
think ~ 49,. a..t,... -.
mo. -. 80.
...Well, r. think he has jest set his
life by you ever since the first time
he see you, an mebbe+ he heard
somehow that you thought he looked
a little mite like Mr.. Hamilton, an
now. that he IS weak an low lit has
got int .oflis head an sticks there"
You may be right, Mrs. Fry" said
Constance. Z wish knew what to
do"
5sI wish you would go over, walk in
sortser matter of-fact an say, How be
you feeHn' to-day Mr.. Edes or
somethin' like that, an mehbe it'll set
tie his head little" 49, s
t.s-f'Very welI,e T. will do as you, say,
Mrs. Fry said Constance, putting on
her hat and jacket as con1posedly as
she could. Then. the two walked back
together to the little house; but Con-
stance was in a swf1irl of emotion.
| !. Mrs. Arnold, the. neighbor, seeing
them approach, went over to her own
home, and when they entered the SICK
man was discovered to be fast asleep.
| lying with his face on his hand.
Constance stood and looked at him,
Lat the thin cheeks, the thick dark
hair and the white hands, free now
from all marks of labor. He was a
handsome man, it could not be de-
MED, and but for: the dark hair he
would have closely resemb1ed her
husband.
. Suddenly he opened his eyes and
stretched out his hands to her, while
a joyful look came into his face.
| Constance, you did come-I knew
YOU would and he opened his. arms.
What, will you not kiss me, my
wife ?''
Borne forward by the strong force
and rush of sudden belief that he
was indeed her husband. Constance
stopped and allowed him to draw her
] toward him.
''My darling he said, kissing her
tenderly, while she sobbed in his
arms. Don't cry, but sit here be
side me and let us talk awhile.
You know whether am vane
Hamilton or not. Mrs. Fry, and he
as if petrified, pretended she did not
know me-"
'The good Lord deliver mel" was all
Ishe could say. Then in a dunn
founded manner she walked from the
room.
s.Is she right in her mind, do you
think, Constance 2" he Whispered a;1 ;,
L L
said Constance, taking a chair at the
window, in a distressed tone. I feel
as if we were all demented."
"Why?', =.
s'Do.you know how you came here %
ttMrs. Fry said was taken suddenly
ill and brought here because it was the
most convenient place. I must have
been out of my head part Of the
| time, at least, for don't seem to re-
member anything distinctly since left
Grovedale that morning. Was taken
sick on the cars, or was there an acct
/ dent that gave me this hurt on my
4 head %
Constance, not knowing whether it
was best to enlighten him in his pres
ent condition, yet felt the imperative
need Of an explanation. So she said:
/ ..You have been at work here for
several months in the mill. You are
known by the name Of Prinus Edes,
and about three weeks ago you were
shot, whether. by accident or not is not
known, and as you were. at the time
a boarder here you were naturally
! brought here when you were
wounded"
He listened intently, with the look
of amazement growing on his face.
Constance! Is 1t possible? How
came to do all that? Have been
insane?
] ct don't knows reesza.-...aa 1ass..----3