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and the duties Of " washing day had called
Nellv Wilson from her self Imposed task oil
nursing. 49,.
Il aWhat have to hope for, Doctor =" J ask
ed, with strange calmness
Hope ends only with life" he solenny
replied. .,...y
4 app see what can do for you he added
more cheerfully, after heavy pause. There's
a new. conner at our h0use--from some one Oh
your New England hooks; u yonng woman
/ whom our committee months ago invited out
to establish girls school among ~ She u
gentle creature, IL her eye tells the truth.
would trust the child in her hands az soon as
ia my own: and must be miles away, To-
night All Doctors lot"
Night came on with mufl I'D tread while
sat by that low bed, with the wasted hand OF
the unconscious child in mine IL was one OF
those fearfully calm periods that often occur
late in autumn, usually as preludes 70 some
wild play Of the elements Not leaf moved
on the NAPLES before The door, nor on their
shadows which had crcpt all that long after
noon, nearer and nearer the curtained peu.
The shadows melted from sight the trees
themselves and the enyironing forest, the Prai-
RE d;mly seen in tho distance, and the bit OF
1 blue sky overhead, all appeared melting into
the gray mist that wrapped them !.
1 In my WEAKNESS and w0, the iaculnes OF
! mind and body seemed suspended, all but q
dreaming, half realizing Of my utter powerless-
ness to change the fate which the hours were
hurryins on. That morbid fatalism which
.ometimes takes possession Of a soul in it's hour
of desperation was fast mastering me. felt
myself one accused Of man and Of God; yet
snllen indifference kept me calm. ! lifted my
eve once again to the darkening sky and 10
the first gentlest star Of night, the evening
planet looked it's mild reproof into my nnbe-
! lieving heart AS ii at an electric touch, these
detached sentences from the Word OF Truth
and Mercy flashed upon my mind: " he tell
eth the number Of the stars -" And the very
hairs Of your head are oil numbered!
The rattle of approaching wheels broke up
on nv lethargy, reminding me Of DR.. Els
promise stepped to the door just as box
shaped vehicle was driven up by country boy,
| who with reins in hand, sprung over the wheel,
and proceeded to tie his horse to an upturned
root, leaving his passenger in great doubt
! whether or no she was to expect his assistance
in alighting. | lifted the young lady - such
jndged her to be, although twilight was too
| far gone for scrutiny Of features - to tho turf,
and escorted her to the house, leaving her young
gallant to follow at his leisure. Etiquette is a
| stranger in the home Of sickness and sorrow,
and waited for no formal introduction to &C
cost my guest as friend and helper, welcome
indeed in that hour OF need.
II have come ut the earnest entreaty of DR.
t.. sir,n she said, gently. IL only hope ] am
not too late to be of service to your poor child"
Strangely familiar was that tone! struck
| light and turned to throw its blaze upon tha
speakers features just as she, lifting her riding
! veil, disclosed to me the face Of" Mary Miss
\ hos o.uf hare " | srnn
ously exclaimed, grasping her hand with an
eainestness that must hi We startled her. She
raised her eyes, astonished and pale; then, cast
ing u bewildered glance around her, crimsoned
to her temples.
aMr. Lincoln,n she found at last voice to
utter-aI thought, that is, heard you were
still in Iowa. | little dreamed OF this when
DR.. E. told me Of the poor child who-but oh,
can it be my Lulie 2"
"My faded flower come and look ~ re-
piled, mournfully She stepped tothe bedside,
and took the burning hand that lay upon the
cool Counterpart.
The noise and light had aroused Eulalie
from her stupor. Her large CLASSY eyes wan
dered over the face OF the now conner, compre-
hending only half they gazed upon. A light
flashed into them, and her thin lips parted to
a strange, but happy smile.
I6os youIo ncTc, COuoAn-bWCcb SOubiu
Mary | always said should find you first
in heaven ~
Without word Mary Hyde laid her hand
upon the forehead Of the child, gently lulling
muscles and nerves to rest, by the resistless
magnetism OF her glance and touch The
sparkling eyes dropped; the lids dropped over
them. The lips sunk back into repose. The
little sufferer had fallen asleep. Would she
ever awake again
\ For three hours we watched her, without a
word, almost without motion. Slower, faint
or came the breaih--til at last bent my ear
close to the pillow, fearing every moment to
listen for it in vain But il grew peaceful and
regular; and the muslin frill shaken by her
pulse no longer quivered as 1T had done for
days.
Il turned at last to Mary Hyde. Never once
wavering from her most wearisome position,
she had been leaning over that pillow. Her
lips were quivering and her fingers, now upon
the wrist Of the sleeper, trembled Dervously.
Her eyes were riveted upon che white, still
face.
Suddenly on the darkness, came flash on
the silence, startling peal The last thun-
der-storm Of the year had blown its trump to
the winds of the wilderness
The child half Enclosed her eyes, 50 Ian
guidly but without the CLASSY stamp of death.
Mary lifted a cordial to her lips. She tasted,
and sunk back into slumber.
With long-drawn, yet strongly repressed
sigh, the watcher turned from the bed TO the
window, as IL for freer breath. laid my hand
upon her arm, and silently, almost sternly,
questioned her eye.
!" You may thank God she whispered;
and, dropping her head against the rough
frame Of the window, she burst into tears
Blessed tears! they we're sent to open the
sluices Of more than one soul
MARY !"--I lifted the hand had taken to
my lips, to my heart--it was one Of those in
stants in which spirits live ages Have our
hearts ever been strangers since, my Mary?D
The storm winds rioted in fury around MS
the forest trees rocked like reeds shrieking a
vain appeal TO the pisiless tempest 10 the
bushes of the thunder-peals, came up wild,