The Grand Haven news., 1865-01-04
DIR. PHILLIP ANDI,
OR
A Girls Pique and its Consequences

the party with him, / had turned coldy
away. Perhaps that was the reason he
WAS not present. ! didn't care If il was.
had never liked Mark Lane, but |
flirted desperately with him that night;
and before We reached home he was my
accepted lover, and had promised that
tho spring time shonld see me his wife.
The necessity of acting was over, when
| entered our house, and my sister Susv
was astorished to see me throw myself
down before the red, glowing fire that
awaited us, and gave way to burst Of
passion that shook my frame like vio-
lent convulson.
Dear sister! She raised my head and
pillowed my burning brow upon her low
ing heart, as she knelt beside me, and
slrove with all the arts Of affection to
sootho me and to learn the cause Of my
grief. a 's
II can guess it." she whispered at last.
81 have seen what DIR. Philip is to you,
and do not wonder that you are overcome
by the tidings of his dangerous illness" I"
His illnessr / cried, raising myself to
look in her face, for my fate seemed to
hang upon her words.
EYES, before he reached homo this
afternoon he burst blood vessel in
violent attack Of the cough which has
confined him to the house for the last
three or four weeks. To-day was the first
time he had ventured out" she added as
she saw how hung upon her words.
He had been sick, and / had never
known it. He had risked health, perhaps
life, to see me, and l had repplsed him
with coldness. And while he lay dying,
perhaps, had carried my revenge for a
fanced slight so far rs to sacrifice myself,
and destroy his happiness in wrecking my
own.
These thoughts rushed through my
mind as knelt, still gazing at my sisters
face. A sickening apprehension Of the fate
of the mani loved, fierce hatred of him
whose wife had promised to become,
possessed my whole being simultaneously.
| remembered no more, was conscious Of
nothing until / awoke TO hear sound,
as the murmur of many waters in my
ears, and to see the kind, frightened faces
of my mother and sister tending over me
while the odor of aromatic essences filed
the room.
Next morning could not rise. My
limbs seemed weighed with lead, and my
head suddenly grown to an enormous
size, and in the paradoxical condition ol
being at once light and heavy. Ny faith
or said / had taken cold sleigh-riding, and
recommended "herb tea" the universal
panacea. NY mother, wiser than he, saw
that the illness was mental, aud though
| fancy, she questioned Susy, she only
spoke TO me in those low, soft tones, that
are so inexpressibly soothing to racked
nerves, Of the common topic of the sick
room.
Two visitors broke the outward mo
notony Of this long day, which | spen,
tossing and thinking. Mark Lane came
to visit my parents, and, in country par
lance, to "ask consent" to our engage
ment; and Julius Hall burst into the en-
barrassed interview, with his loud voice
turned to its sadest caddeuces it had evel
known, as he told the story Of DR.. Phil
lips dangerous illness, and begged my
mother to 60 and see him at the boarding
house, where he lay almost without care
My father came in to enquire, with
wondrous tones in his voice, if " really
wanted to marry Mark Lane, and wha,
he should Tell him anyhow I" and when
gave for an answer that there should be
nothing more said about it until | wa:
we'll again, my mother entered softly tc
say that she was "going TO the village
Julius Hall had called in, aud she could
ride over 10 his cutter. l knew where she
was going but dared not speak.
A week passed away. could leave
my bed, but while my brain burned and
seethed in the intcnsest activity o
thought, an almost mortal languor per
vaded my limbs, an inertness that depriy.
ed me at once of the wish and the power
Of motion. In the meantime my mother
bad come and gone between DIR. Phillip.
bedside and her home, and each day Jul
ius Hall dashed up TO our door, with q
crash and jingle, to bring us tidings o.
his friend. And one evening he told, with
bis boisterous voice, subducd by grief al
most to a whisper, that the life in that
chamber Of pain hing but by q thread
and that ere the morning dawn the fat,