The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1908-05-15

tie treated me Ike a queen-and IL broke
his heart There was a long pause, and
1t was in a lower. more broken voice that
the sick woman Went on.
My home was as beautiful as any wom-
an could wish. 1t stood upon a hill. and
from my door, and out of my windows. l
LOOKED across the open country to the
great hills. My God, how I have longei
sometimes in these city streets to see the
hills again. just below my bedroom the
orchard climbed up behind the house. and
the scent of the blossoms came in to me
in the early mornings when the black
birds whiStled in the branches of tine apple
trees. and the larks sang on the hillside.
l ought to have been a happy woman-my
home was so ~loVely-mY husband was so
good to me. But ] was disconnected all
the time. / wanted gaNety and amuse-
ment. l pinned for city life. / though, /
was wasted in the country. ! was a pre,.
~ woman. then, sister, very pretty, they
told me. Godfrey was patient with me in
spite of all my cross ways; he was always
loving and tender, always trying TO think
Of ways to amuse me and keep me happy.
and ] Was never grateful to him! one
day he came and told me he had taken
places for some play that was to be acted
in the country town three miles way; he
thought ! should be amused and that it
would be a change for me.
y was pleased enough and excited over
~, III SVeH SlIOilluS players IN a country
town seemed to me del.ghtful-then, So
we went-Goodfrey and /. But after that
night l was just wild to go and be a PLAYER
myself, ! hated my life more than ever.
l could think of nothing but the glory and
delight of being on the stage, and Of hear
ing ringing cheers of applause. ! was
dazzled with the pictures my own silly
fancy painted; ana i hated my peaceful
life more than ever-and then, oh! sister,
one day ] threw 1t all away, my beautiful
home, my peaceful life-and worse than
all, my husbands love. IN a fit of ;mpa-
tent anger l ran away from home and
came TO London. She paused and Sister
Helen said gently:
But your husband-did he not follow
you?"
II left him no address, wrote him a
note saying l was sick of my dull life. and
that ] had gone away forever-I came to
London, and ! managed to get work in a
small, out-of-the-way theater-but-oh!
nurse! 1 cannot tell you of all nv life
since the day I left home. have sunk
down lower and lower; nd-an when /
was no longer pretty or young 1 sank low
er Shutdown to the depths Of misery and
want and wretchedness till, when the doc
tor found mel was nearly starving. l
have been a wicked woman-a wicked
woman; but If only l might know that
godfrey forgave me, l should be happy!'
But nave you written to your hus-
band?,
"No-oh, mol am not fit to write to him;
L am not fit" and all at once she burst
into low sobbing, then controlled herself
suddenly, and said: If l die. sister, will
you send and tell my husband that 1 was
sorry. bitterly, bitterly sorry for all l did.
Godfrey Dangerfeld, Manly farm, Hare
eld-th will find him."
Sister Helen gave the desired promise,
and soothed her patient to the best of her
power; and that night in her own room
she thought long and anXiously over the
SICK woman's story, making up her mind
1nally to a strange step.
Two days later there stood at the door
of the ward a tall man with a kind, strong
face who asked for Sister Helen. And
when he was taken into her sitting room
to her he held out his hand and grasped
hers in a grip that almost hurt her.
God bless YOU" he said, and his voice
shook. you must be a good woman"
Sister Helen looked into the strong face.
and the kindly brown eyes, and instinc-
rively trusted their owner.
You are Mr.. Godfrey Dangerfeld, are