Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1904-03-03

She took the medicine ina mechan1cal
way, thinking no more of this order than
those preceding, except to put this medi-
cine in place of safety. But the sick
man had heard and needed.
AS the door closed behind the doctor,
he fretfully said: "You will be glad
when I am dead, Mary?"
"Why should be sorry? Have you
cared for me. Have you brought aught
but sorrow and disgrace into my life?
Did you love your children? l might
have forgiven you all neglect of myself,
but that you had no thought or care In
life for these children, and no tears IN
death, has scared all feeling in my heart
for you. may weep when you die, but
it will not be for grief that you are gone.
but for what you might have BEEN"
The bell under the dressmaking sign
rang sharply. She did not move. why
don't you go?" he queried.
1T is some woman to see about work.
I am tired of turning them away. She
will not ring more than twice." she an
swered, in dreary way. +,
"You had better CO." was his brusque
retort. II can wait on myself, at least
I can use my arms to-day. See. Bring
me the sleeping powders that doctor left.
I can take them as need them, and not
bother you. l heard the direction"
Something strange in his voice attracted
her, the look in his eyes told her better
than his tone why he wanted the med1-
cine, and was eager to get her out of the
room.
Hurrying to get the powders, then
tucking them under his pillow at his d.
rection, she dare not look in his face,
lest her face tell that she comprehended.
The woman had turned away when the
door was suddenly opened and she was
hidden to enter.
Hunting for the tape line, a blur came
over her eyes, a ringing in her head. At
last rest was coming. But how? The
next moment she had Strengthened up,
her hand over her heart. She, the rig
idly conscientious, to not put forth her
hand to stay death. Glad that it was
coming, anyway, anyhow, just SO it
came. She glanced at her face in the
mirror, and saw the reflection of a lost
soul. The next moment she was out of
the room, and leaning over him, was
roughly shaking the sleeping potion,
doubled twice over, broadcast from his
hand.
"Why did you do that?" he gasped,
glazing at her. II wanted to die, and
thought you wanted me out of the way.
You knew why I wanted the medicine.
What made you change your mind?"
She could not answer for the trembling
still upon her. AS she went back to her
customer, he called: Twill get well now
to spite YOU
Weeks after, DR.. Fairfield said: Mrs
Grayson, our patient has upset the best
laid calculations of the medical fra
ternity on injuries of his kind, and is
going to live--that is awhile, at least
I cannot answer for how long if he goes
back to his old life."
"He will go back-is already pining
for the flesh pots of his Egypt" was the
laconic answer.
"And you? Will you still tread the
old paths, too?" The Doctors eyes were
bent upon her.
"No; the old life is over and done with.
I have come to the parting of the ways
in it. am going where he can never see
or know of me again"
MARY, do you forget what said that
day." His voice was anxious.
Forget! Oh, my good angel, never,
never. But I respect you-love you, If
you will have it so-too well to bring one
breath of reproach to your fair name
and reputation. No, not while he lives. "
Her voice was shaking, but he read the
sound of no appeal in 1t.
The mills of the gods are slow. They
take that down in their revolutions
which seems lost to sight forever, to
bring it back and up some day in a way
we had not dreamed for. And one day
they brought back love and rest for
Mary, and with them Dr.. Fairdeld's Older
ideal