Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1914-02-27
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BILE for me" was his unexpected
y. That | do not fear--will not
In my hour OF happy recovery.
long as Edith is well-Dorisi
sl You alarm me. Edith Is not
bot lll?"
Q poor child could not answer
with her sympathetic look and
pig, tremulous breath; and these
he would not, could not read,
wn words had made such an echo
ears.
cannot imagine Edith Ill. I
20 see her in my thoughts. as
per on that day Of our first meet
perfect, animated woman with
byous look of a glad, harmonious
~ e. Nothing has ever clouded
], n Vision. II she we're Ill would
Il known It. We are so truly one
Il Doris, Doris, you do not speak
"a Fnow the depth of my love, the
eEf OF my thoughts. Is Edith ill?"
IN eyes gazing wildly into his.
Ids left his face and raised them
,eE aloft, with sublime look
Wk he understand? Yes. he un-
lex od, and the cry which rang from
nisI bs stopped for a moment the
Deat- q of more than one heart In that
ittIk cdtage.
." adj" he shrieked, and fell back
Fainl hg In his chair his lips still
muir urng In semi-unconsciousness.
DE ! dead"
I'D b sprang to her feet, thinking
OF nd hing but his wavering, slipping
life she saw his breath return, his
ewes ehll with light.
Blu the rest must be told. his
broth exacted II and so did the sit
uatio Further waiting. further hid
ing d6 the truth would be insupport-
ableI llter this. But oh, the bitterness
of iflI No wonder that she turned
awaU from those frenzied, wildly de.
man hg eyes.
q 'ris?"
81 trembled and looked behind
her <X She had not recognized his
void /. Had another entered? Had
his bother dared-No, they were
aloI seemingly so. that is. She
kne mo one better--that they wer,
not reilly alone. that witnesses were
within n35rixs' if-suy wrrif.. sisiass--
"Doris,' he urged again. ana thi'
time she,turned in his direction ant
gazed, aghast. II the voice were
strange, what of the face which nov
confronted her. The ravages OF sick
ness had been marked, but they were
nothing 10 those made In an In
slant by blasting grief. She wa
startled, although expecting much
and could only press his hands whil
she waited for the question he wa
gathering strength to utter. 1t wa
simple when 1t came; just two words
How long?"
She answered them as simply:
"Just as long as you have been Ill.
said she; then. with no attempt I
break the inevitable shock, she wen
on: Miss Challoner was struck dea
and you were taken down with I!
phoid on the self-same day"
Struck deadl Why do you us
that word. struck? Struck dead! sh
q young woman. Oh, Doris. an acc
dent! My darling has been killed
an accident"
They 40 not call 1t accident. The
call II what 1t never was. What
never was" she insisted, pressing hi
back with frightened hands, as
strove to rise. Miss Challoner was
How nearly the word shot had lie
her lips. How fiercely above all els
in that narrowing moment had rise
the desire to fling the accusation
that word into the ears of him wi
listened from his secret hiding-plac
She refrained out of compassion I
the man she loved, and declared
stead, miss Challoner died from
wound; how given. why given, no o.
knows. ! had rather have died m
self than have to tell you this. Q
Mr.. Brotherson, speak, sob, do al
thing but"
She started back, dropping !
hands as she did so. With quick In
ition she saw that he must be left
himself II he were to meet this biz
without succumbing. The body mi
have freedom II the spirit would
go mad. Conscious, or perhaps
conscious, of his release from her
straining hand albeit profiting by
he staggered to his feet, murmuri
that word of doom: Wound! woun
my darling died OF a wound! WI
kind OF a wound?" he suddenly tn
! dered out. 81 cannot understand wi
. you mean by wound. Make 1t clear
3 me. Make 1t clear to me at once.
must bear. this grief, let me KIN
: it's whole depth. Leave nothing to
Q Imagination or / cannot answer
r myself. Tell 1t all, Doris"
d And Doris told him:
n "She was on the mezzanine IL
+ of the hotel where she lives.
was seemingly happy and had b'
o writing letter--a letter TO me VIII
/, they never forwarded. There
no one else by but some stranger
l. good people whom one must belle
y She was crossing the floor when
IT denly she threw up her hands
I" fell. A thin, narrow paper-cutter
ia In her orasn, and AZ flew into