The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-12-15
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Her tone had startled the doctor. I would not have brought him home had l."
 Had you not thought I earnestly de- sired it, she interrupted, bitterly. 1T know that I have given those who once respected me, the right to despise me for condoning sin, by living with it, but shrank from facing the world with my children, and this was my home, not his, that I should be forced away from it. Then, when the children were gone. had my living here, and-it will be a wrench to go away and leave those three little graves in Elmwood. Oh, the world can not know a woman's heart"
 ''It may not, but do Mary" and the doctor leaned over to take her hands in his own, for an undertone of the words startled him to the knowledge that she was not excusing herself to the world, but to him alone."
 Perhaps you never guessed, Mary" he went on, that when your fathers farm joined that of my father, and you were a beautiful girl, far above the reach of an awkward country boy, that I loved you. You were my womanly ideal. cannot explain 1t so that you will under stand, but when he came, careless and handsome. and carried you away, I never could quite lose hearing of you. Mary, my heart has been with you in all that he has made of life for you, and it was with you in the Shadowy Valley"
 But you won distinction. wealth and a wife that belonged to the world you gained by your intellect. Your woman ly ideal changed?" She breathed In a surprised way. He shook his head. Tt never changed. l married her because she had your looks, your voice, your manner Dear little one. She has been lying in Elmwood so long it seems, and they think have shut her away in my heart to grieve over forever"
 An echo of something like a moan sounded in the next room. The woman 8 face flushed, and she drew away her hands with a jerk. "It is all wrong, wrong. and him lying in there alive-and, and yet my husband.
 .'Perhaps 1t is," was the answer, the tone losing it's late infection, but as I have said so much, and said 1t without reconciliation, let me add this, the ideal of the boy is yet the ideal of the Iniddie- aged man. Should you ever need an abiding, a resting place. free from this incubus on your life, remember that my home, my heart and name awaits you"
 With returning consciousness came agony intense for the patient, agony that called for Mary's precence through days and nights of utter exhaustion, finally, for herself.
 You are wearing out" commented Dr. Fairfield in a professional tone.
 '"It is not so much the nursing that care for, but my wo-R. am losing that and,' she stopped short. I am losing that gotten to whom she was complaining The doctor understood. She was the wage earner of this home, and yet he knew her spirit of independence would never allow him to offer the financial hell he could never posvibly miss
 We must risk a little and give our pa. tient medicine strong enough to induce longer sleep. That will be the means of giving you a needed rest also. will leave some powders, and be very careful Do not crowd them, and under no cir cumstance double them. as I had you dc the last sleeping potion" Two or three ot these given closely would put him in 6