Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1910-03-30
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love, his years would be one long re-
greet that he had failed. What would,
happen when he realized that, when
he came to the knowledge that she
was indeed all that she had seemed
and that he had been nothing that he
should! She knew. as she had writ
ten, that the man would never, could
never. forget her; that wherever he
went and whatever he did, she would
be present with him; that she had
stamped herself too indelibly upon his
heart for any attrition with humanity,
however close and persistent, to erase
the image. He would come back per
haps.
70 God!" she knel, down and
stretched out her arms, bring him
back" she prayed-a few short, brok-
en- words, lacking the eloquence of
long and studied petition, the appeal
of the heart every throb Of which is
a prayer-"bring him back to met"
She thought that she would have
had him back on any terms. She said
that she had been mad, fool, not to
have taken him, not to have gone to
him, not to have married him in any
way, with any conditions, under any
circumstances. All her thoughts were
merged in one great passionate long
ing to be with him.
For the first time in her life the
pangs of jealousy tore her breast. She
thought OF him In the world with 9TH
er men, with other women, young,
handsome, a perfect godlike form and
face OF man, rich, the widest romance
with its charm and mystery to attract
His story could not be hid, neither
could hers, The man would be court
ed, sought after. made much over, be-
loved. 1t would be enough to turn the
head of saint. How would he stand
It? Would the recollection of her
make him strong? Would that God In
whom he and she both had trusted
until the crisis came, lead him in the
straight path? Would her purity, her
sweetness-stop! would he think her
thus lowered and possessed? Not
now, certainly, but every hour that
took him farther from her would add
to his knowledge and would tell him
the truth and these would help him.
Another thought came into her
mind. His story would be known and
hers as we'll. The world was filed
with adventurous men. Would not
some Of them come In search Of her
island? The officers of those two ships
could determine accurately the situa-
ton Of that island. It would be as
easy for navigator to find it as for a
denizen of city to 60 to any given
street corner. People would come
back to that island, not to seek her,
for the world would believe her dead,
but simply to see the place. Idle
yachtsmen might find that an object
for long cruising and she would have
to hide and hide. But would she hide?
Would she go back to that world
Never, she said, unless he came to
fetch her. (,
And then her thoughts turned again.
Why had he gone away? Had she
been he they could as soon have up.
rooted the island itself as torn her
from It under similar circumstances
Had he been gone, she would have
fingered and died on the spots that
were sacred where he had walked. II
she had known that at that moment
her lover lay fighting for life and rea
son in the cabin Of the swift moving
ship, she would have understood bet
ter his absence. That he should bs
stricken never occurred to her. 4
She pictured him, not happy away
from her. overwhelmed by her death
surely, saddened beyond present com
fort it must be, yet 30 occupied that
insensibly his grief would be light
ened by the only thing after all that
/ makes life bearable in certain con
( tingencies. and that is work. Work!
She. too, had work to do.
She rose to her feet doggedly as she
thought of that and considered what
she could do. Her eyes fell Upon the
ashes of the. signal fire., She contem-
/ plated 1t as the specter Of some Hindu
woman whose body had been burned
upon such an affair might look upon
her pyre. II was she who had lighted
the beacon. Her hand had called the
world to her side. She thought how
he had begged her not to do SO. how
he had declared himself content and
happy to live with her alone-the
world forgetting, by the world forgot!
For the first time she broke down
completely. She buried her face in
her hands. her body reeled and shook
with sobs, the tears trickled through
her fingers.
She must make another beacon, she
thought And then 1t came to her that
they had taken away the flint and
steel She had no means Of lighting IT.
That realization developed other
thoughts. Her Bible, was gone; her
clothes were gone; her toilet articles
her scissors, her watch. her knife
They had taken everything. They had
left her nothing, absolutely nothing
What did 1t matter? She could dress
herself with fern leaves and make
shifts to bind them about her with
cords that she could plat of the grass
which should tear with her sweet
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what she wore? There was no one
there to see. But for the long habit
of modesty, she would have torn away
and thrown aside the make.shifts that
fell from her shoulders.
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Pump on the MIX Bottle.
In the effort to prepare the baby's
milk with the least possible amount
of exposure it has become the custom
to considerable
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Q1GMl siphon in drawing
fH3 OF the milk from
I'm \ a bottle. The ides
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N great deal Of dam
A] age was done
through the igno
-- rance Of mother,
and nurses in starting the flow of the
siphon by sucking one end so as te
draw the milk UP through the tube.