The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1914-03-04
The Evening Story ~
Bill Nd.

Copyright, 1914. by w. Werner.)
stephen Gale took his wife's face
betwecn his two hands. When l re-
turn shall sec these dear features
for the first time he said, smiling.
Emily Gale smiled back, and, al
though he could not see that smile, he
was aware of its ripple upon her
cheeks as his slender, sensitive fing.
ers touched them. What he was no,
aware of, however, was the supreme
courage that was keeping the tears
out of her voice and eyes as che re.
piled: That will be a happy day fol
both Of us. Lear
IT know ii. Emily: | know It," He
moved away from her restlessiy. "4And
yet J sometimes wonder if it were not
better that ] should continue as ] am
J. have grown so used to living in the
dark. fear The effect. ! wonder II
! should know You were I to meet YOU
unexpectedly. my own Wife"
For a Emily did not speak.
linen she said gently: II think YOU
would know me. There would be my
voice"
Your voice. yes. There is no 9th.
or voice like il. 1t is tho most beauti-
iul in the world to me. II
matches your face. Your soul" He
folded his hands or the back OF a
chair and leaned there. studying some
pattern i'll the darkness with his men
tai vision. One thing troubles me.
II is the fear that my idea of you will
suffer. I have carried that idea So
long. II has been with me thirty
years. and now. perhaps, l. shall be
called upon to relinquish it and con-
celve another. Do YOU understand
Emily? ! sometimes e that it will
make q difference somehow" He
raised his head, and his blank eyes
turned as if in quest Of some object.
Those roses there on the table. Their
fragrance is all about me. My mental
being pink roses. What color are
they?!"
They are yeliow-Gloire de Dion"
That is VIVA, ] mean. They are
still roses and dclicately fragrant. but
my idea Of them and what they ac-
tually are differs. So fancy 1t will
be with your face. Not that it will
make any less precious. my darl-
inR. who has for thirty sigl1tless years
been a glorious wife 10 an unworthy
man." His voice Jared a little.
Emily went to him and took him in
her arms. Dear. call yourself
unworthy again if you would not
make me unhappy" she whispered.
1T is ! who should Judge of your
worth. and TO me you are what YOU
have ever becn-the noblest, finest.
l~oftiest soul living. And the man ]
1--we" She kissed him. and how
shall I go on reading our book to YOU ?
Surely you want to know what hap
pened next. ] myself am very curious
about it."
She managed to speak lightly. He
made his way to a chair. and, taking
another near. h opened a book and
began to read in her wonderful voice.
At the n Of an hour she closed the
book. She knew nothing Of what she
had read. her mind had been upon
business OF it's own. But he did no,
guess that. She had filled his mind
with pleasant images, and while he
was dreaming of what he had heard
she arose and left him to speak to the
servant about dinner. Afterward, in
stead of at once returning to him, she
| Went out upon the porch.
She saw a cen she loved, but
which Stephen had never seen. Now
he was to see 1t. The doctor had said
so. There II help for you. Stephen"
She had heard the words between Joy
and terror. Tonight the doctor and
Stephen were going up to the city and
tomorrow would be performed the op-
GRAFTON that was to give him back q
portion of his sight. At first she had
felt that she could not bear to have