Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1910-10-28

with large. mournful eyes. He turned
aside for an instant
Convince him." / whispered.
Il cahnot," answered the doctor.
Show her a mirror Surely she will
realize"
Can you convince an insane person
OF his delusion?" asked Brodsky,
quietly. "She would not see her fea-
lures reflected In the glass, but those
of Jean Richepin. Or, If she did see
them, she would think it was some
trick to deceive her. The only meth
cd of carrying conviction is to induce
Jean Richepin to put his hatred out
of bis heart-hatred, which blinds us
to realities" He turned to the pa
tient
And you still hate your brother?"
he demanded, gently.
May he suffer as he has made me
suffer-" came the wild cry. "Once
could have forgiven, but his guilty con-
science has led him to perpetuate this
further injustice, to confine me here.
May he never know happiness night or
day, may he1"
"Hush!" said 'Brodsky, lifting up a
warning hand. He is your br other
still"
The girl ceased to speak and re-
manned silent, her lips parted, gazing
into the doctors face intently.
Years ago you played together as
children" he continued, solemnly.
You loved each other then and aft
erward. Can you not find forgiveness
for him somewhere in your heart. even
if he has involuntarily broken his
faith toward your"
Il could never forgive him." shs an
swered, sullenly. HE has robbed me
of my love and of my freedom"
Think once more" said Brodsky,
quietly. Suppose you were at the
point of death. Would you carry this
hatred over into the grave? For be
very sure that there is hereafter, as
there have been many pasts, for each
of us. Are you so free from sin that
you cannot forgive, knowing that you
| must both some time stand before
your Maker?"
l saw the tears rise slowly into her
eyes. She hid her face in her unin.
| jured hand and wept
Il don't know" she answered, her
voice broken by sobs. HE has wronged
me unpardonably. Perhaps-perhaps
some day. when l come to die"
Look at mel" Brodsky commanded.
Your time has come to die!"
What" she cried, starting.
you are at the door of DEATH" said
Brodsky, remorselessly. Il am NO
| jailer. You have been sick in mind
since you inflicted that wound upon
| yourself. Your brain has been affect
ed All that you imagine you remem-
Der is the mirage of dreams. BY prov
idence conscience has been restored
to you at the last. in order that you
might not die unforgiving. Your broth.
er is here; you will see him and par
| don him!"
The words seemed to sink into
her soul. Her face took on the ashen
gray of the dying.
Il do not ask that you forgive him
out of fear" continued Brodsky, but
because 1t Is right. Even were you
well, could you live, would still ask
| it. Say that you will forgive him.
II will forgive him." she mdttered,
and for the first time the useless lief.
hand trembled. Brodsky looked at
me. l understood what he meant me
to do. l went in haste for Philip.
When we got back the girl was drawn
up among the pillows and the doctor
was leaning over her. whispering to
her. l do not know what he said, but
upon her face was a new aspect of
happiness. Philip saw it; he came for.
ward and bent down.
Forgive me, Jean!" he muttered,
selling the hand that hung so Imply
down and covering it with kisses.
And even in that moment the incon.
| gruity of the situation broke in on
me. For We three men, sitting and
kneeling by the side of this frail. par
alyzed girl. had become oblivious to