The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1905-03-30
CHAPTER xXXIy.

In town, but not to the house or to tn
district which was fraught with sue
terrible associations and memories flo
her, for Quinton Quave, having vol
unteered to find her Il new dwelling
> he had by lucky chance found a quaIn
delightful house in Kensington to le
y which he had Immediately taken 70
her.
And here, in this house. which vel
coined her by its brightness, it's al
! of old fashioned soltdity, its promis
of comfort, she met George Bostocl
for the first time since his accident
AS he entered the room where sh'
awaited him, she arose n%ervously, an
advanced with outstret Ghed hands. he
eyes meeting his. her iiaart too full 70
utterance of what she felt.
For some seconds she could only lool
at him in silence. noticing that his fig.
ure was thinner than before, that s
scar marked the right temple, that his
cheeks We're more hollow, but his large
gray yes under their heavy arched
broWs were not less luminous and w:ere
now filed with Il purpose deeper, anG
with Alright of hope they had not pre-
Viously known.
He was telling her in a voice he
strove to steady and command, how
glad he was they had met again after
What seemed a century, ecaus of
all the darkness it had held for both,
when She suddenly Interrupted him,
for She could keep no longer silent.
How can l thank you? What words
OF mine can tell you how l feel for
what you would have done, for the
sacrifice you would have made for
me-"
1t was now his turn to remain mute,
but only for a second; the opportunity
he desired was given him, and he
rapidly replied:
Give me. If you can, your love; it is
the n thing l hav hoped for mi de-
sired"
Very calmly, her eyes still seeking
his, she said:
1T is yours already"
"Mine" he exclaimed in delight, and
he took her in his arms as If he would
snatch her from all further pain and
shelter her from care.
While the short afternoon of that
spring day died. they two emptied their
hearts. He told her what he believed
she neither knew nor suspected, how
from the first day he saw her a fresh
interest had come into his lonely life,
and out of this interest had sprung
Il love that was to him as a revela-
ton; told her Of the pride he had felt
in her success, of the happiness he had
found in her friendship, of the grief
lie had known because he was unable
to claim her as his own.
h listened with wondering delight,
her long face with it's irregular feat
ures frightened, until, despite the gray
streaked hair loosely massed JOY the
broad intellectual forehead, she as
sumed 9an air of youth that seemed to
take ten years from her age. And then
in turn she told him how dear his
friendship had been to sher, how well
come his presence, but that no thought
I of love had daWned upon her until the
first day Of her af1liction, when he hav-
ing come Jn 600 har haH rrofacoaJ L;~
faith in her innocence before hearing
her story. And then anxious to spare
the dead as much as possible, while
eager the living should learn the truth,
she spoke of the evening Valerius had
called to tell her that he. George Bos-
took, had confessed, and how she would
not credit his self accusation, but had
guessed Alright the cause for which he
wished to sacrifice his good name.
And so understanding, loving and
confiding in each other, they. with
solid foundations for happiness, began
a new life, brighter than either of had
known before. Not until the ami
versary of her husbands death had
passed. would she consent tahmarry
again, George Bostock respecting her
wishes, but the days Which came be-
tween We're full of contentment for
both.
The powers, which. during the crisis
" y liz oilS 1cdISu Itiu lallSQ leT#
forever, awoke fertile as before. and
strengthened under the impetus which
her nature received through love.
And therefore, setting to work once
more, she produced a novel, deeper in
Its analysis of feeling. fresher in its
emotional force, and Wider in It's
sphere of thoughts than she had pre-
viously written. Moreover, work which
had formerly seemed a drudgery now
became a delight; each chapter that
passed from her pen was read aloud
by her to the mar on whose Judgment
she relied. in whose criticism she found
help, whose appreciation she valued
most. And this book being published
gained her a higher place in the literary
world, a greater popularity thar she
had previously attained, the realization
OF Which brought her a proud salts
action for such excellency as the
story could boast of was due, she told
her future husband, to the impetus he
had given to her mind.
Its merit is solely due to yourself.
dear he answered. smiling .at her.
myself it may be in the first In
stance" she replied. But You know
we are all so open to influence, es-
pecially people with temperaments like
mine. Don't.you know there are those
Who have the effect OF paralyzirg and
~exhausting your brain during half an
hours conversation, and those who
stimulate he mind and give you men-s
tai strength. just as there are modern
vampires, who, without a conscious ef-
fort OF theirs. seem to drain you of all
physical. force
SO I have heard" answered George
Bostock, but my nature is too tough.
q to experience such things"
It's so strong, so calm, so profound
that.it helps others. though you may
not know or feel it; it certainly helps
me. I'm sure 1t does,
I am afraid, Olive. you will make
me conceited," he said with mock gray
lily.
That would be beyond my ability.
but ! want to make you happy: to re-
you for all you have done and all
you would have done for my sake,
Dearest, you have repaid me a thou
sand times owe by your love. No
PAIN, no sacrifice we may endure or
make is ever lost; its reward is stored
up for US. Do you think you or I could
reel such joy today il we had NOT
Known such sorrow yesterday"
.Perhaps not" she said, q thoughtfulI
look coming into her eyes. aOur sor-
row, It was bitter while ii lasted, and
almost drove me to despair; but ia
would bear 1T again, if through no
other means | could reach the happi-
ness that fills and surrounds me to-
day."