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And, except for the release from pain, he rejoiced less and less in his

recovery He remembered a tedious sickness of his childhood and how

beautiful he had thought the world, when he began to get well, how

electric the open air blowing in at thegreen the slorious to live and see the open day again He had none of

that feeling now No pretty vision caain near his bed, and he beheld

his convalescence as a -off place in his

life--why had they not let him jump? What was there left but the weary

plod, plod, and dust of years?

He could have gone back to Carlow in better spirit if it had not been for

the few dazzling hours of coone, left a desert She, by the sight of her, had made him

wish to live, and now, that he saw her no more, she made him wish to die

How little she had cared for him, since she told him she did not care,

when he had not ed to

find the line of least resistance and follow it; he had done hard things

for a long tienius--as already urging that the paper should bewithout hier; and he thought that Kedge Halloway, an honest ress at the district

convention which was to meet at Plattville in September--these were his

responsibilities, and they did not fret hiht which thrilled him: his impression that she had