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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 16, 1913, Image 19

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"Do yotf riot know?"
"By Heaven, I do not!" he .said,'
troubled and amazed.
She cast one desperate, unhappy
glance at him, then rose to her full
height, gazing out over the hazy val
leys to where the mountains began,
piled up like dim sun-tipped clouds.
"Dear, do you not understand?"
she said. "How can I make you un
derstand that I love you too late?"
"Give yourself to me, Rosamund;
let-me touch you let me take you "
"Will you love me always?"
"In life, in death, which cannot
part us. Will you marry me, Rosa-1
mund?"
She looked straight into his eyes.
"Dear, do you not understand? Have
you forgotten? t died three years
ago today."
The unearthly sweetness of her
white face startled him. A terrible
light broke in on him; .his heart stood
still.
In his dull brain words were sound
ing his own words, written years
ago: "When God takes the mind and
leaves the body ajlve, there grows
in it, sometimes, a beauty almost su
pernatural." He had seen it in his medical prac
tice. A thrill of fright penetrated'
him, piercing every vein with its chill.
He strove to speak; his lips seemed
frozen; he stood there before her, a
ghastly smile stamped on his face,
and in his heart, terror.
"What do you mean, Rosamund?"
he said at last
"That I am dead, dear. Did you
not understand that? I I thought
you knew it when you first saw me
. at the cemetery, after all those years
since chQdhood. . . . Did you.
not know it?" she asked wistfully.
"I must wait for my bridal."
Misery whitened his face as he
raised his head and looked out
across the sunlit world. Something
had smeared and marred the fair
earth; the sun grew' gray as he
stared.
Stupefied by the. crash, the ruins
of life around him, he stood mute, n
erect, facing the west.
She whispered, "Do you under
stand?" "Yes," he said, "we will wed later.
You have been ill, dear, but it is all
right now and will always be God
help us! Love is stronger than all
stronger than death."
"I know it is stronger than death," t
she said, looking out dreamily overf'
the misty valley.
He followed her gaze, calmly, se-
renely reviewing all that he must re- -nounce,
the happiness of wedlock,
children all that a man desires.
Suddenly instinct stirred, awaking
man's only friend hope. A lifetime
for the battle! for a cure! Hope
less? He laughed in his excitement. ,
Despair? when the cure lay almost
within his grasp! the work he had k
given his life to! A month more in
the laboratory two montts-r-three
-perhaps a year. What of It? It
must surely come how could he fail ,
when the work of his lif e meant all in f
life for her?
The light of exaltation slowly
faded from his face; ominous, fore
boding thoughts crept in; fear laid a
shaky hand on his head which fells
heavily forward on his breast
Science and man's cunning and;
the wisdom of the world!
"0 God," he groaned, "for Him.
who cured by laying on His hands'."
Now that he had learned her
name, and that her father was alive,
he stood mutely beside her, staring,
steadfastly at the chimneys and;
stately dorjnered roof almost hidden
behind the crimson maple foliage
across the valley her home. j
She had seated herself once more,
upon the moss, hands clasped uponj
one knee, looking out into the west
with dreamy eyes.
"I shall not be long," he said gent
ly. "Will you wait here for me? 1
will bring your father with me."
"I will wait for you. But you
must come before the new .moon.
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