Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1848-03-17


MOI sound came from the lips Of the
sufferer, AZ they barred her beautiful arm
and the sharp click Of the lancet, followed
by crimson stream, had no power TO
arouse her. Carrie was deathly pale, but
her hand was firm as she supported her
friend. The united persuasions Of her low
er and Mrs Pratt would not induce her 10
leave The bedside, until assured that for the
presani at least, all danger was past, and
then, almost fainiiug Edward bore her M
her own room. ~.
The amendment was Lni transiiofy. An
hour after sunrise Edward Morris roused
his friend, who was sleeping undisturbesl,
and hastily summoned him TO consultation
Ned had been dreaming Of a low voice not
quite familiar, but as he entered the room,
the wild rawlings Oft invalid fell upon his
ear with the same sweet tone. Poor Lou.
Use All haUghtiness, all reserve, we're
passed away, yet even IN the careless aban-
donment OF her unconciousness. she was
very beautiful. There was a wild FIRE in
her brilliant eye, warm flush upon her
cheek and lip. Her hair. which was ZOOS.
ened from IFS bands, in her restless iossings,
fell in tangled but luxurinnt masses over her
fair neck, which was pnrcr from the con-
trast and as she waved her arms wildly
about her head. she seemed goddess Of
some heather shrine, filled with The fifo Of
inspiration. A thousand feelings came TO
the heart Of the careless, thoughtless man
as he gazed upon her. He saw the danger
at glance, aud with tina, knowledge came
yearning to save, even If he gave life for
life.
"She must not, shall not die" he wills.
pered. in low husky voice, TO Morris, who
had again taken his station At the bedside.
His friend looked sadly, almost hopeless
ly upward. at seems like sacrifice"
said he, "bui these beautiful tresses must be
removed. With this heated atmosphere,
and so ,ioleni an s1eciion Of the brain, il
will be almost certain death 10 have them
wrapped about her head. Ihsve never seen
a more sudden or violent attack but we
mus, do all We may. and leave the event
with higher power"
II seemed, as Morris had said, q sacrifice,
as those glossy curls fell one by one. sew
cred by the hand OF good Mrs Pratt All
were tsken-saye few short ringeis that
clustered about her icmples-and they were
"
rowiully received them, her tears cleaning
like pearls. as they rested in the siIken
threads The invalid offered no resistance !;
she seemed rather relieved. as il part Of the
pain were gone but when she saw that
Carrie could not check her sobs, she press
ed her hands wildly together, and said,
Dear lady, do not weep 30. do not
know who you are. indeed. do not think
i have ever before seen you. But you are
weeping for me. know. and am not
worthy the tears OF any, Tell me your
name, dear lady. will yon mott Il makes
my heart and my poor head ache to see you
30 sad"
And Carrie banished, or Of least checked
Der grief. and sooihed the sufferer with kind
caresses, and low, pleasant words. Her
loser thought she had never been more like
an angel, than when bending over the pill
low Of her friend
How altered was the aspect OF Green.
bank on that brigh, summer day. Even the
servants who had not seen Mrs Fletcher
moved quietly about lest their footsteps
should disturb the poor young lady. Nj
( Duncan fingered constantly near the door
of the room, with divided care-piiy FOL
his young guest. and fear that Carrie would
be Frustrated by grief and anxiety. But III,
greatest change was visible TO bis son. AL
listlessness aud inactivity we're gone he
shared the daily watch with Morris, an,
when at night Louise was left 10 the care o
her female attendants. they were reused al
most hourly, 10 reply TO his anxious inquiries
And so that weary week crept by: still
! sha he fsatI 4 far
heat, still slept the cool breeze for which
they watched, hoping il nigh, bring
healthful presence ioi the sick room. There
too, all things remained the same. A
times the individual lay in u dull stupor. bu
ofiener her wild rawlings trough: iears to th
eyes Of those who listened, even though lon
unused to weep. o.
She spoke Of her orphan lqneiness-o
the deceit aud sel6shness she had eve
found when she looked for love--and the
would pray TO die, saying that she shoul
! find rest only when sleeping beside her pr
rents in the quiet grave. II was a sad pie
ture, one so young, SO beautiful-6tted I
} dispense happiness wherever she moved
, denied that Joy which her very presence CAV
/ to others Turning YEARLY away frol
. splendor, hating her beauty and wealth, an
willing TO give up all if so she might wi
love. Could il he that her prayer for r.
lease was granted That she was lying j
I; the valley ofthe shadow Of death?
D At length her physician saw that the CT
sis was at hand that day passed in saiet.
: the morrow would bring hope. He did NJ
r dare TO tell his betrotheh that il was s.
e est she should refuse herself the rest whc