Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-11-30

cheeks ana . slender gold ring CLEANS
ON her finger. ana she goes to her cham
Der to sleep the lirst dream OF . happy
pll9hted love.
For . moment stretch out my
hands toward the maiden IN the farm
house. but the scene grows dim. the
figures fade and another picture un.
folds before my view.
It wae Q bridal scene. Charles had
grown more grave booking. FOR he Wa
. business . now, and three yeafD
had added luster to Daisy's fuller 0g-
ore. Both were trusting and beloved
and saw non but clouds Of gold In the
long vista Of their future.
could only cit and gaxe lonstngty
and eagerly while the phantom faded
away from my gaze. Another picture
now rose before me.
saw myself clad In q cheerful morn
ing robe. Charles had prosDered 10
business. gold poured into his cohers.
and with gold came fashion. With am
bitlon and pride and a score Of demons
In her train. Il Whispered:
You arc young and you are beautl.
ful. In the great world you would Be
Al acknowledged queen. Put your
husbands wealth to use. Let not your
child will get on welt enough In the
nurses carr. Live In the world and
shine like . queen"
And this was the beginning o6 the
SHADOW which dArkened the picture.
saw ths glitter Of the ball. the splendid
furniture. the silver plate. the gay
equipage and the stately apartments.
and amid % III through the opened
door Of q neglected nursery I saw .
pale. drugxod l.year-eld child slowly
dying. The end came. The tiny ~
WnNA rAAkAf 0nAA n1nAAA ANAR RhA IA.
tures Of the child who died Of motherly
neglect. aw . strong man bend Ia
convulsod grief over hts dead boy aud
then 30 out silently and. growing gEav.
or day By day. turn to his business
again. I heard frantic bursts Of grief
from the stricken mothers mouth and
clasped my jeweied hands In anguish.
A long pause fell between. and then
another, the last. picture fell before
me. recognized its f~aithfulness at
once Ten years l~ntervened between
this picture ana the preceding one. I
had not changed nave to fuller and per-
3ected beauty. Everything was az plain
a. day-the magnificent furnishings
OF the home. with the Persian carpets,
costly tables. bronze and marble stat
ues ana china and silver wares, and
through these walls I moved. a cold
and beautiful woman OF ice. ! shrank
from the p%ortraiture with dismay. But
while I sat and gased into the picture
glided q pale. careworn man wearing
the sams expression I had often seen
upon my husbands face. How
changed he looked from the hopeful.
manly Charles Gordon who had stood
before me In the moonlight! He had
been . grave and silent man ever since
his boy died. but there vas now fresh
trouble eating away his life.
What q brought this about?" I
asked.
In . moment my question Yves an,
swered. Into the magic picture came
Q shadowy finger which pointed to the
peper-strewn table at which my hus,
band sat. ] gaxed and beheld q revela-
every paper he opened. The catalogue
Wa fearfu,-a long array Of bills
plate. furniture. statues. Jewels. silks.
z long array Of which I recognized dis
E!nctly my own agency. and balancing
this catalogue stood q tangled trade.
empty coners. with the word 'Panic!'
written ~ with Q pen Of nre. While
ne z q unfolded each paper and
laid IL aside I stole nearer and gased
Upon the n he had Just taken. Il
was my latest bill. tho bill for my BAH
dress. made . movement to snatch
II from him. and the spell was broken.
What 70 Il. Daisy3 You asleep here
and dreaming?" I started and to find
myself seated In the great velvet chair
And my husband standing beside me. :
did I fall asleep? I must. But you.
Charles. you have not sleptl" I said.
for just then I noticed that he WA n
his coat and fun dress.
II have been up late. looking over
sons papers I brought from the store.
But I was Just going up stairs. You
ehould be asleep before this,'' he added.
half reprovingly. his eyes wandering
with . sort Of panied look over my
toilet. -
why DO you not speak % me.
CnAslee1 You are In oome great trou.
pie. Oh. Charles. I have had . dream
ehis evening that has shown me myself
n my true light. ! am nothing, more
2 helpmeet. SPEAK 70 me. Charles. ana
tell me that you do not hate me-"
Can you bear the worst. Daloyfs h
asked hoasoely. lifting his eyoo g
mine.
.Anythins. aaythine, my dear hu..
oend. I have besn blind, bat the scales
nave fallen now. Tell me o~verythine.
Are We Sulned1''
we are" 10 Whispered In . thick.
uneteedy tone. The crisis has carried
me down. ! have dragged away the
long hours Of this night trying 70 de-
We some loophole Of escape. bat iii IN
vain. ! do not care Tor myself. but for
y0u-you. Daisy" and ho. groaned IN
httternees Of spirit.
! could not bear it without q burst
Ct tears: he - thoughtful. I % selnsh.
preesed my lips 20 his burning fore
Charles. not ruined, Tor Ne have savc6
love from the wreck"
Charles looked at ma steadily. ana