The Argosy — page 392: what you’re looking at

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My Saturdays. 369 happy as you ought to be. AndI should not be happy, because I should be false to myself. I have long known that love and marriage were not for me. I have dared to love, and I bear the penalty, or rather, I have borne it, for penalties will soon be over.” ‘“‘TIt need not be so,” she pleaded: ‘‘consent to live ; set your will to it; and you shall know what happiness is.” “Would you tempt me, dear, when I am too weak to resist long ? I know what is right now; I may not be able to hold to it five minutes longer ; but if so, I pray that I may die in four.” “Oh, hush,” said Charlotte, rising from her knees. “ Forgive me; I will not say another word ; only let me be good to you, and do what I can.” “Then raise me a little; the pillows hurt my back, and I feel faint.” I went out to the nurse, who gave me food for him. When I brought it back, Charlotte was sitting on the bed, supporting Herman in her arms, his head lying on her shoulder. He looked at me with a smile. “T have got a new mother, you see.” I gave him a spoonful or two. “I can’t take more,” he said. ‘‘It doesn’t matter.” Then he looked up at Charlotte. “ Will you kiss me?” She bent her head, and kissed the white upturned face that lay on her arm. “This is heaven,” he said, and closed his eyes. When he looked again it zas heaven. VERA SINGLETON. STAR-RISE. From the last pale glow in the west that died, A star shone over the sea: Far down in the south a low wind sighed, And soft came its voice to me :— “Good night ! for thy star is shining.” In the tender grace of the twilight fair, A maiden walked by the sea: I looked, and the dream of my dreams was there :— And soft sang the wind to me :— “Good night! for thy star is shining.” A. M. H. EONNIE OOO KS (EO) m