THE DYING WIFE
... THAT wife over whom your love broods is fading. Not beauty fading; that, now that your heart is wrapped up in her being, would be nothing. She sees with quick eye your dawning apprehension, and she tries hard to make that step of her's elastic. Your trials and your loves to- gether have centered her affections. They are not now as when you were a lone man, wide-spread and superficial. They ...