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 think,"he said, "that Aleck Reese is only an ac- cident that happened to you on your way to me?" She nodded her head. Weakness and tears were only too evidently overtaking her brave little the ories.

"And there's something else, too," she con fided tremulously. "My head is n t right. I have such hideous dreams when I do get to sleep. I dream of drowning myself, and it feels good ; and I dream of jumping off high buildings, and it feels good; and I dream of throwing myself under rail road trains, and it feels good. And I see the garish announcement in the morning papers, and I picture how Uncle Terry would look when he got the news, and I cry and cry and cry, and it feels good. Oh, Drew, I'm so bored with life ! It is n't right to be so bored with life. But I can't seem to help it. Nothing in all the world has any mean ing any more. Flowers, sunshine, moonlight everything I loved has gone stale. There's no taste left to anything; there's no fragrance, there s no rhyme. Drew, I could stand the sorrow part of it, but I simply can t stand the emptiness. I tell you I can't stand it. I wish I were dead; and, Drew, there are so many, many easy ways all the time to make oneself dead. I'm not safe. Oh, please take me and make me safe. Oh, please take me and make me want to live!"