The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-08-31
Friday, August 81, 1906.

sonable, but the poor soul has always
had an awful dread Of hOspitalS and
possible operation, and I believe that
in some way she thinks trained
nurse one Of a dreadful trinity; She
suit cannot be changed. - 80 80.
HYou have no hope, then?V James
said in a low voice. .5 c.@.5.-s;s:,s
II have had no more from the out
set than if she had been already dead,,'
said Gordon. ..: *&sz
James said nothing. An enormous
pity for the other man was within him.
He thought Of Clemency, and he, seemed
to undergo the same pangs. He felt
others suffering that t PASSED the the
bounds of sympathy. It became al
most experience. His young face took
on the same expression Of dull misery
as Gordon s. Presently Gordon glanced
at him, and spoke with q ring Of graft
tude and affection in his tred voice. 81.
"You are good fellow, Elliott he
said, land you are the one ray Of, COM
yy GH t. leave poor little clemency
James looked at him with sudden
emo, but there is an end to every
body's rope, and sometimes I think L
am about at the end Of mine. i don't
know: Anyway, it IS comfort to @me
to think that Clemency has you in case
anything should happen to me.'
ms 81 so has meas me as !, long g. as I live,3
his young face, his eyes glistened.
Again the great pity and understanding
with regard to the other man came
over him, and a feeling for Clemency
which he had never before had: feel
ing greater than love itself, the very
angel of love, divinest pity and pro-
lection. for all womanhood, which was
exemplifed for himself in, this one girl.
His heart ached, as if it were Glenn
ency's upstairs, lying miserably asleep
alone could protect her from indescrib-
able pain. His mind projected itself
into the future, and realized the pos
sibility of such suffering for her, and
for himself. The honeysting of pain,
which love has, stung him sharply
Gordon seemed to divine his thoughts.
Good grant that you may never have
5 30 9nqsrge WAT am
in poor Clara g blood, her mother be-
fore her died the same way. Clemency
comes, on her mothers side at least,
of a healthy race, morally and physi-
cally. altho the nervous system is over
sensitive. If my poor. sister had been {
happy, she would have been alive to.
a day. And as far as I know of the 3
other side, there was perfect physical
of moral sense that led one to dream
of possession. Did you notice how much
less evil he looked when he was dead,
even with that ,frightfully disfgured
face?' -
"Yes1 f..
"There are strange things in this
world,' said Gordon with gloomy re-
we are strange not to believe, Some
times I thing. people = will have
that literal sense in Which SO
many are now inclined to disregard
it. Well, Elliott, honestly feel that
you haye nothing to fear in taking poor
thought otherwise. She will make you
happy, and I can think of no reason
to warn you concerning any. possible
lapses, in either her physical or her
moral health, and I have had her in
my charge. SINCE she first drew the
breath Of life. Come, my son, it is late,
morrow. This awful business has made
Clara again, and get what rest I can. =
Gordon looked older and wearier than
James had ever seen him, as he babe
him good night, old and weary as he
had often seen hing look: A sudden
alarm for Gordon himself came over
him. He wondered, after he had en-
tered his room, if he were not strained
past endurance. He recalled his own
fathers healthy, ruddy face, and Cor
don was no older. Es: -.
He lay awake a while thinking anx-
iously Of Gordon. then his own happy
future blazoned itself before him, and
he dreamed away: and dreamed asleep,
Of himself and Clemency, in that fu-
ture, whose golden vistas had no end,
SO far as his young eyes could see. The
sense Of relief from anxiety over the
girl was SO intense that it was in itself
next morning at breakfast she looked
radiant. Gordon had assured her the
sick woman had rested quietly, and told
her that Mrs. Blair was coming.
s.Today I can go where I choose,'
Gemeney exclaimed gayly.
Not until afternoon" replied Cor.
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