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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
BLIND, INDEED !
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girl's face for a moment, then he nodded.
"Go to him," he said; "he needs you."
In the quiet room above, Robert Nelson was having his fight alone, facing a future of darkened, lonely years.
Lonely — yes, that was the worst! The loneliness, the emptiness of years before him. It served him right, he thought, with grim justice ; his punishment fitted his crime with terrible exactness. Would she be sorry if she knew that he was really blind now?
Upon his musings broke a familiar footfall, and some one knelt by his bedside, laying a soft, cool hand upon his.
"Is it really you?" he whispered.
"Have you come to me, or am I dreaming ? ' '
"I have come," she answered, softly. "I can nurse you, now you really need me. Hush, dont try to talk. You must be quiet. I have forgiven you, of course, and I shall stay with you as long as you want me."
"As long as I want you," he said, slipping an arm from the coverlet and drawing her close. "But that would be forever, and I cannot ask you for that. I cannot "
But she placed a silencing finger upon his lipsi "We will not talk about that, now. You must not be excited. But I shall stay, dear, forever, if you want me. ' '
Then, as he still struggled to speak, she silenced him, at last, effectively, with her own warm lips.
The fables which appeal to our high moral sympathies sometimes do as much for us as the truths of science; so thought our Saviour when he taught the multitudes in parables. — Jameson.