The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1860-02-01

OF the same, beng not ana close IN summer
and not very delcctable dormitory in win
ter in a clean though coarse bed, with .
wet towel on my forehead and Lcna's tear
full face near my own, while DR.. Green held
my hand with a professional finger on my
wrist. A stranger in blue check dress
and apron, tall and built after the manner
of a flagstaff, and minus hoop, stood a.
the foot of the bed--all were regarding mo
with pitiful glanccs. felt tired and jaded.
and asked what was the matter, in q voice
that did not seem to belong to me. DR..
Green informed me that was sick but soon
would be better, and that must not talk;
and Lena kissed me and felt hot tear fall
on my face from her dear, sympathizing,
sparkling blue eye, and then heard drow'.
sy hum of voices, and sank into a sweet,
luxurious sleep, that lasted several hours.
awoke misunderstanding, though weak,
like myself once more. then learned I
had been very sick, but was then out Of
danger. And when saw Mrs. Smiths
watchful care; Dr. Green's unremitted at
tcntion Che had stayed by me night and
day, and Lena, too, bless her little soul)
when noted Mrs. Grants unwcaried kind
ness as she came each day, bewailing her
thoughtlessncss in mischievously inducing
me to ride so fast, bringing me little delics.
cies to tempt my appetite, &c.-indeed, as
day after day glided away, I thought sick
room quite pleasant place, and devoid Of
the terrors with which had imagined it to
be invested. But was with kind friends,
was made comfortable, and was able at the
end of two weeks to walk across the room.
was bathed, too, from day to day, in the
rosy hue of loves light. was not in love
myself, dear reader; oh, no! my heart is as
hard as Pharaoh's, on that subject-as dead
to the tender passion as it will be when
sleep my last drcamless slumber-but can
sympathize with those who like to drink
from the Circean cup which holds such
sweet but maddening nectar.
First, and true love! Oh! dear reader,
isn't it delicious? isn't it rapturous? isn't it
wonderful? And isn't it a pity it don't last
longer?
Well, I saw Dr. Green's glances Of admi-
ration in Lena's face, when he came to see
me professionally; (hy the way, he couldn't
have had very extensive practice, or ho
could not have devoted so much time to my
case y saw those glanccs grow more in.
tense, till they deepened into passion.
saw Lena's eyes fall before those glances,
and the bright color flush her delicate cheek
Lena didn't paint till it glowed like the
crimson hues of sunset, or-or-I'm at q
loss for another simile-or like her mothers
red drawers saw her trcmble and turn
pale when he sat by her, talking to the lit
tie girlin impassioned tones, and oncc-only
once-I saw him take her pretty hand and
hold it in his own. All this I saw-and
more =. but, uoman-like, I was silent!
One evening, after had been sick over
two weeks, was looking for Lena's return.
She had been to he plantation that morn
ing, for the first time since my Sickness
Mrs. Grant had spent the day with me, and
had promised should return to her house
the next week, if was able; she had talk
ed so kindly to me and nursed me with such
motherly care during my illness, and all Of
them had been so devoted to mean exile
and an orphan-that my heart was filled to
overflowing with gratitude to my Heavenly
Father for granting me such friends in my
time of need And when Mrs Grant kiss
cd me and babe me goodbye, and I was
alone, indulgcd in that truly feminine luxu-
ry, "a good cry" Having exhausted my
tears and wiped my face, and concluded \
red nose and eyes were not pretty contrast
with a tan colored complexion,-whchI had
and have to tins day,-I heard the sound
of horses hoofs, and looking out saw Dr..
Green preparing to assist Lena to dismount.
| thought as he lifted her from her pony's
back he held her trihe longer in his arms
than was necessary, though it might have
been imagination!
Lena came running in, threw her arms
around my neck, and bursting into happy
tears, exclaimed, "Oh! Jennie, he loves me
He says he loves me!'
"Of course he does, you little goose" said
I; show could he helpit? I've known that
ever since l regained my senses, OH this
hard though hospitable bed;" and we both
shed few tears. And, by the by, what
could women do, when little excited, were
it not for the safety-valve Of tears? Its SO
nice to ''cry' when your sweetheart gets
Jealous, and see him relent and beg you not
to weep!
DIR. Green now came in (oh dear! my
fingers are 50 tired, writing this brilliant ar
ticle-but then expect it to improve and
enlightcn the world, SO ought not to COM
plain y with his good, handsome face beam
ing with love. He received my congratula-
tons with a radiant countcnance, and I'm
not sure if he didn't spare me one little kiss
from the abundant store he had for Lena.
Well, it all ended as such things must or
ought. The following Christmas there was
brilliant crowd at Col. Grants fine man
sion in town, and then and there DR.. Tom
Green took to his heart sweet and loving
bride. They live in c., and are as hap
py, l suppose, as most married people
perhaps "a heap happier than some, as tho
Georgians say. The last time visited them
little Tommie Q forget to mention it, but
there Is little Tommie there now was dis
posed to exercise his vocal powers more than