The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1917-06-30
IS JANE EYRE"
By Charlotte Bronte

ence remorse. repentance; the wish
for reconcilement to my Maker. l
began sometimes to pray, very
brief prayers they were, but very
sincere.
Some days since, nay, l can
number them-four; 1t was last
Monday night. a singular mood
came over me. Late that night
perhaps 1t might be between IL
and IL o'clock was In my own
room. and sitting by the window,
which was open. longed for
thee. Jane! Oh, longed for thee
both with body and soul! l asked
of God, at once in anguish and hui
mility, IL | had not been long
enough desolate, afflicted, tor
mented. That / merited all | en-
dured, | MISUNDERSTANDING /
could scarcely edure more.
pleaded; and the alpha and omega
of my hearts wishes broke invol-
unfairly from my lips the words
Jane! Jane! Jane
Ibid you speak those words
aloud?"
Il did, Jane. If any listener had
heard me, he would have thought
me mad, | pronounced them with
such frantic energy"
And it was last Monday night,
somewhere near midnight"
Yes. but the time is of no con-
! sequence; what followed is the
strange point. AS | exclaimed
Jane! Jane! Janet a voice.
cannot tell whence the voice came,
but | know whose voice it was
replied, L am coming, wait for
me-; and a moment after, went
whispering on the wind, the words
Where are your"
Reader. 1t was on Monday night
near midnight-that | too had
received the mysterious summons;
those were the very words by
which replied to 1t. | listened to
Mr.. Rochester's narrative; but
made no disclosure in return. II
| told anything, my tale would be
such as must necessarily make a
profound impression on the mind
of my nearer; and the mind, yet
from its sufferings too prone to
gloom, needed not the deeper
shade of the supernatural. / kept
these things then, and pondered
them in my heart.
=
My tale draws to a close; one
word respecting my experience of
married life, and | have done.
have now been. married ten
years. | know what 1t is to live
entirely for and with what | love
best on earth. I hold myself su-
premely blest-blest beyond what
language can express; because
| am my husbands life as fully as
he is mine.
Mr.. Rochester continued blind
the first two years OF our union;
perhaps 1t was that circumstance
that drew us so very near-that
knit us so very close; for I was
then his vision, as | am still his
right hand.
"hc IhOlHlHB at the emu OF the
two years, as / was writing a let
ter to his dictation, he came and
bent over me, and said
Jane, have you a glittering Or
nament round your neck?"
had a gold watch chain; I an
swered yes"
And have you a pale blue dress
on?"
| had. He informed me then,
that for some time he had fancied
the obscurity clouding one eye
was becoming less dense; and that
now he was sure of it.
He and I went up to London.
He had the advice of an eminent
oculist; and he eventually recov-
cred the sight Of that one eye. He
cannot read or write much; but
he can find his way without being
led by the hand; the sky Is no
longer a blank to him-the earth
no longer void. When his first
born was put into his arms, he
could see that the boy had in
herited his own eyes, as they once
were-large, brilliant and black.
THE END.