Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-03-19
What else do you mean by

| We'll, whatever | might mean by il,
/ shouldn't have thought of meaning
that" said Armathwaite, simply. Il
am a commonplace and Unconditional
| sort of Briton, | admit; but if l were
troubled with any feelings of the kind
you describe, l would certainly never
rest till got them under"
There is only one way to do that"
| THE best way would be to encour-
age and stimulate healthier ones"
mo, no; to wear out the stronger
ones"
"A very dangerous attempt. One
would wear out so much besides
/ perhaps ones life itself"
'And what is the use of life if it is
to be one long struggle with the
| strongest part Of one?"
mot much to oneself, perhaps, but
sometimes we have the chance of max
ing it so much to others that the sac
/ rifice proves well worth the making"
"Ah! it is so easy to preach. But you
see have been spoilt.. Instead of
having to live for others, have found
others too ready to live for me-
why don't you show them they
have done you injustice? You have
spirit enough for anything. It will
be new interest, a new excite
ment."
"One talks about these things, you
know, and has ones fits of remorse
when the world ia hollow, and ones
doll is stuffed with sawdust,' but it
! doesn't last
And she laughed languidly, and lean.
Cd back more comfortably in her seat
| AT least, while it does last, let it do
some good. The love that seems
worth so little now, may seem worth
so much some day."
| He saw that he must be more explicit
but he found difficulty in keeping his
tone from becoming suddenly colder
1T would be strange if it did not to
you! Your husband does indeed live
only to love you"
She covered her surprise at this turn
in the conversation very well. Draw.
ing herself a little away from him, as
if to look more fully in the face, she
said languidly, with laugh of genu-
inc scorn
Love, Love is such poor thing.
don't know much about it,"
He was surprised in his turn. He
did net indeed think that the tumuItu-
Gus and turbulent passion she had de-
scribed deserved 10 he called love, but
could she be so cynical as to think the
same? AT any rate. she had thrown
him quite off his balance and he ven
! tJred on nothing more but common
| places till they reached BranksCme.
An evil foreboding seized upon
Armathwaiie as socn as they came in
sight of the doctors house The out
er door. which always stood open till
late at night, had been shut; a curtain
of the bay window in the lower room
mad been drawn aside, and not pulled
back into its place. These things.
which would have seemed unim portant
at any other time. gained a rortentous
weight when there lay in the house
a man who would never again leave it
alive. He glanced with an anxious
face at Lady Kildonan, who, when
they drew up at the earden-gate, was
still leaning back without having made
any attempt to alight.
4 think had better go in and--and
make inqunie s," he said, in solemn
voice. And perhaps think you had
better prepare to hear that the doctor
is very ill.,"
"Ah, yes; he said so in his letter, "
| she answered at once.
Her mind seemd to be wandering off
to something else Armathwaite got
down. went slowly up the path and in
TO the house. He was afraid of what
he should learn there. When the
housemaid came scurying along the
passage towards him with a scared,
tear-swollen face, he stopped her,
knowing at once what had happened
"Oh, sir" she began, in heart
broken whisper. "the poor dear doctor.
He's gone, He would get up, be-
cause he expected Lady Kildonan. He
said he could not receive hel ladyship
in bed; for her fathers sake he must
DO her honor heard him say it, sir,
, in his very own words. Ard he was all
/ in a CULVER expecting her, wben sud
| denly-mC, and Mrs. Peele, and Miss
| Mnlie we're all there, sir-he said ne
: felt faintlike. ana asked to be taken
/ to the window. And we toCk him to
chair. and he looked out along the
| road. There was a look in his eyes
made us know what was comins. And
he had the window opened, ell in the
cold and dark as it was: and it vas too
dark to see. and 80 he listened. But
he couldn't hear anything. nor We
couldn't. though we all stood quiet as
mice. And presently he fell back in
his chair and said, 'Alma-give my
| love to Alma. But Aphra, tell her
thousht of her last of ell, and with
my dying breath begged her Those
we're the last words he said sir. Then
he drew a deep, long breath, and he
struggled to breathe a little while, and
, we laid him down. But it was no use,
, And he Just held Miss Miles hand,