The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-02-28

ther, dear, 1 can't go to sleep, and I've
been lying in bed so long,"
She sat down beside him and slipped her
hand into his. Her blue eyes had the
depth that comes from lying awake in
darkness. I'm thinking all the time of
baby. Maynt stay here with you
father, dear? I want to stay with, you so
much"
: Eyes, my darling He took the steamer
rugs his wife had left beside him and
wrapped them around the woman child,
yellow braid and all, and they stayed there
together. Once she whispered:
you're praying, too, father, dear.
aren't you: I feel that you're praying, /"
and he. held her close and whispered
yes" By and by she fell asleep, and he
held her still.
The first streaks of dawn filtered
through the rooms, strange to those who
sat bound in darkness and the shadow of
the death. Then an electric current
seemed to run through the breathing souls
i In it.
The doctor came out in the hall and
said, She will live!' A door opened far
Their down ,-one flashed to another, "She
i Will Hve! The message flew from lip to
lip, from heart to heart. The awakened
children ran out for a moment to whisper
the gladness, the servants stole down the
back stairs to chatter in the kitchen and
make preparations for an early breakfast,
one could hear the cocks growing and
the sunshine grew strong and gathered
into long bar of light. Quintiia would
/ live.
a minute, said Mrs. Nichols to her hus-
band, leading him in as one leads the
blind. He fell on his knees by the bed,
awestricken. Was this the little rosy
darling of his 1ove2 But she would live
she would live! AS he looked the eyes
nnnnn6 ranOuniHinO1V' fhoro Uo Fl inf
!, roguish smile on the beautiful lips and
i the faintest movement under the bed
clothes.
She wants you to kiss her FOOT. said
the divining mother.
!. Just hearken to the voice Of himself ir
: there, said Ellen, the waitress, as she
came into the kitchen from the breakfast
! ROOM He says you're to make some
: more coffee, for this ism fit to be drank
8 table for splitting her milk, and the boys
g not to play golf for "a week on account OF
: the dirty hands of him, the poor child; and
/ he's got Miss Christine crying into the
) porridge, telling her how she'd oughte1
look after her little sisters better. Oh
; he's the holy terror-the morn, and herselt
/ not down stairs to quaite him! Take
) your time with the coffee, Ann; sure, he'll
murder me when / get back
u sThe poor mani said the cook, in.
r diligently, pouring out a fresh installrnen,
) of the fragrant brown liquid into the COT.
i fee pot. "',ris the way wild 'em all; sure
tbs drunk wild sorrow he's been! Wha,
i can We expect? Sure, he's got to take
). it out of somebody Run you wild the cot
f fee noW!''
2 please don't go down town to-day,
his wife implored him afterward. You
s look so horribly tired. Stay at home ant
s rest, She put her arms around him
! tenderly, feeling that now was the oppor.
f tunity, for the happiness of mutua
: Thanksgiving; and he unconsciousIy
: pushed her away from him as HI
$ answered sss3
Nonsense! there's no reason why
!, should rest. &
e SheN smothered her disappointment a
s his rebuff. lou won't be any good at al
: at the office; know you have a dull
t headache. Go upstairs and lie down il
{ the blue room for a while, and nobody vii
e disturb you there. y
y Welt! He gave a grudging assent.
% The blue room was white and chilly an
II un!ived a In. The stir pillow sham
S ratified down of the pillows as he touche
them. He liked his own room. his ow
bed. The light glared down from tn
It windows. But 1t was q place where
= could be let alone. After his debauch q