Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-07-18

How foolish, how mad l was," he
said; ~but Magdalene-I loved her so
dearly, and all these dreary weeks l
have been longing for one word, only
one little word, from her / feared
had offended her forever"
There came a low knock at the door
of the room where we were sitting. 1t
was the first time / had left my
sisters room for more than few min
utes, but ] had felt so grieved for her
sad, lonely lover, that could not re-
frain from visiting him. | had not
been away a quarter of an hour when
the nurse sought me.
Miss Lisle," she said, you had
better come back; it would be well to
send for the doctor. l do not like the
look of your sisters face"
! cried aloud. Oh, was it possible
the dread change had come at last.
| heard Walter rush off in search of
DIR. Ashe. When l stood again by
Maggie's side, l knew the next hour
must settle my darling's fate; the
fierce, angry fever had burned itself
out now; it seemed to be the pallor of
death that had covered her face.
How will it be-" I asked, as the doc
tor held the wasted hand in his.
Il cannot tell, The replied; "the next
hour will decide. If she falls into a
natural sleep she will have a chance
of recovery; if the delirium returns
she will die. 1 will stay with her."
| have often wondered since that in
the dread suspense of that hour my
hair did not turn white.
Walter begged SO hard to watch
with us that could not refuse him,
it might be the last he would ever
spend with her. / knelt on one side
of my darling, and he on the other.
He prayed. was too stunned, too be-
wildered. The doctor stood by me
intently watching the white worn face
on the pillow. Was ever suspense like
ours? l could hear the ticking of the
watch in DR.. Ashes pocket, the flick
ering of the fire-ah, even the faint
breathing of the poor exhausted girl
who seemed to have no life left in
her. My sense Of hearing was un-
naturally acute; my other senses had
left me. Ever and anon the poor
head moved weariedly on the pillow.
The hour was most over; l could bear
no more. / hid my face in my hands,
and waited. Presently some one
touched me gently on the shoulder.
Look" said Dr. Ashe, q she is
saved,"
| looked, and on her brow saw
gentle moisture, that I knew was the
best of all. She had fallen into
deep, quiet, refreshing sleep.
How / got out of the room / know
not. l have dim recollection of sob
bling on Walters neck; but it is all
confused dream now. The doctor
would not let me return again that
night; so I slept, almost for the first
time since my sisters illness began.
She was long time recovering. It
had indeed been hard fight for life;
but youth and naturally good consti-
tltion triumphed. For some days she
was so weak as to make us fear that
she would never rally, but gradually
faint hues of returning health stole
into the sweet patient face. As soon
as We thought it safe, Walter went to
see her. and then returned home with
his heart at rest once more.
1T was very strange, but she did not
appear to have the least recollection
of their quarrel. She never named
it. Her long illnesses had banished all
of it, 1t was not until
some weeks afterwards that some one
naming Charley Steele IN her pres
ence, awoke whole train Of thoughts.
"Deena," she said, did really quar-
rel with Walter? or is it one of my
dreams? Isrecollect now she cried.
clasping her hands together, how
naughty I was, Deena. He asked me
70 write to him, and thought would
see how long he could bear to remain
without a letter" She looked SO peni- !,
tent, could not scold her. 'Deena,"
she said, after few minutes musing,
nothing will ever make me quarrel |
with Walter again"
Ny dear Maggie named the day at |
asst. When she was quite strong and |
we'll, we had quiet happy wedding
It Fernside.
Then my darling left me. She went |
o i've with Walter at Northington.
md | am alone in my solitary home. |
Her children come to visit me, and fill |
he silent rooms with the music Of |
heir happy voices. There is a little /
dagdalene among them, who inherits
Ter mothers sweet face and large
,lue eyes. love her best of all when
am watching the little ones at play:
md often smile to myself as / recol-
ect the beauty and simplicity of Wal
er's Wooing.
The End.
HICH-SpEED STEEL