The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1917-09-13

away. Einor watched him wistfully.
The n thing he wanted she could not
give. There could be no compromise
between them. It must be all OF moth
Ing, and she had given her all to some
one else.
In the doorway he turned and looked
back at her with haggard eyes. It was
as If he were impressing on his mem
DRY every light and shadow Of her
face; every line of her straight young
figure. Then he went out into that
darkest hour Of the night that pre-
cedes the dawn.
For the first time since his injury
Wards mind was quite clear. He had
not been able to sleep, and the nurse
had been reading to him. Strange read
Ing, too, for the assistant rector Of
Saint Jude's. The books old Hilary
had kept on his bedside still lay there.
Even the nurse, accustomed to
many books for many men, was gently
outraged.
Ward lay in his bed, his eyes half
closed, listening intently. At last the
nurse put down the book.
"Why, it's frightful, it's outrageous,
It's blasphemousl Do you really think
I should read you any nor Of them1"
Ward smiled feebly.
IF you are afraid of the effect on
you"
"Not at ALL" said the nurse almost
sharply, and picked up the book again.
Ward lay back on his pillows and
listened to the age-old arguments.
So it was on such literature as this
that Elinor had been rearedl How
fair a plant to have grown thus in the
dark! And as the nurse droned on,
Ward came to realize how natural and
how inevitable had been her develop
ment. Reared in such soil, what might
he himself not have become; and
more than that, would he have been
One-half SO sweet, SO tender, so-good?
Toward dawn the nurse slept in her
chair. Her cap had fallen a little
crooked, and the identifying hand of
sleep had touched away the small fur
rows between her eyes. Plain she was,
but kindly and full Of ge%ntleness. Ward,
lying awake, watched her. She was no
longer very young. He thought Of the
children who should have chung to her
broad, fiat bosom and felt the touch of
her tender hand.
Then, because, curiously enough,
everything Of gentleness and tender
ness reminded him Of Elinor, his
thoughts swung round to her. He
closed his eyes, and dreamed the
dream that had been with him, SUBJ
consciously, all the night. To take her
in his arms, and by teaching her love,
teach her infinite love;,b by showing
mercy and forgiveness and great ten
derness, to lead her by these. His at
tribute, to the Christ-this was his
dream.
And because it brought hope and
healing and great peace, after a time
he slept. Elinor, standing alone in the
house outside his door, took courage
from his ever breathing and ventured
In. So light was his sleep that she
dared not touch him. She knelt very
quietly by the bed, and kissed the cor
ner of his pillow.
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Ward spent his Sabbatical year in
Oxford. He had thought to find peace
by exchanging one form Of activity for
another, but with the less arduous du.
ties of his work there he had more
time to think. He found the old pain
even greater; his r~estlessness grew on
him. In the three years since Elinor's
flight he had done many things. He
had left Nottingham for New York,
and could feel his usefulness now
only bounded by his strength.
But the old zest Of life was gone. He
was restless, heavier Of spirit. There
had been times when he had thought
that he was forgetting, only to dis
cover, through q stray resemblance,
while his heart pounded and his blood
raced, that his forgetting was only the
nuenbness of suffering.
Once, on the Strand in London, he
came face to face with Boroday. Ward
Woulu AcNcI AOIScL liz mceCluX, lCS
quick hope which died into the old
ache at Boroday's words.
II have not seen her." he said. 81
am always looking. Perhaps she is
wise, to break with us all. Still, we
loved her. I have never married, and
she was like my W child"
He had taken q clerkship in Lon
don, he said. While, Of course, he did
not say SO, Ward read between his
words that he was done with the old
life for good. He held out his hand
and the Russian took 1t.
IF I hear anything" Boroday said,
"Ill let you know. Once or twice she
wrote me; from Liverpool once, after
she landed, and again from here. Then
the police closed up the Dago's place,
which was the only way she knew to
reach me. I've never heard SINCE"
"Then you think she may be in Eng
land?" Ward asked eagerly.
The Russian shrugged his shoulders.
perhaps, If she is living. She was