The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1869-04-09

and added a close silk bonnet with thick
veil.
"Come, Mary p and the two left the
house, together.
In a low close room. on pallet-bed, lay
Mary Ginnis' boarder. The face against
the coarse ticking pillow was such as one
taucies for that of his favorite poet. The
hair was dark, waving over broad white
forehead, and the deep set eyes were hazel,
large and full; and the features delicate.
Usually the face was pale, but now it was
crimson with fever. The eyes, too, fierce
and wild. But even, with an almost un
earthly beauty. Into that poor. low room.
Eva, with her sombre dress and radiant
beauty. came like plying angel. She
gave one glance at the invalid's face and
then crossed The room to his side.
"Eva!'' said the sick man, Eva !''
He knows me-" she murmured, draw
iDg back. But he moaned her name again
and then broke forth in wild deliriOus
rawlings.
MARY" said Eva, ''send Patrick to me-
I will 6nd pencil and paper"
Mary left the room, and Eva turned to
the table to find pencil and paper. She
wrote hasty notes. One was to her house,
keeper for pillows and sheets. The other
was to DR.. Stanley. who did not guess the
friend who sent him so much practice
among poor patients, and saw that the
poid
Having dispatched Patrick with tie
notes, Eva tried to make the desolate room
more homeIike. Lifting from the table a
waistcoat. something dropped from the
pocket to the floor. She picked it up. 1t
was small miniature case open. and paint
ed on the ivory was Eva Marslon's face.
A smile, gentle aud plying, came on
her lip.
"He did love me then Really love me,
and would not seek me with the herd of
fortune hunters who follow me, and that is
the reason l have missed him for so long -
"Arrah, miss, here's the doctor p
stop him, Mary, will go in here. Re
member. Mary. you don't know ny name!'
and Eva went into another little room, va
cant and adjoining that of the invalid g
The door stood ajar. and Dr. Stanley's first
exclamation reached her.
"Harold have l found you at last, and
in such place %
Eva's eyes ranged over the capabilities
of the room in which she stood, and she
nodded, saying. 1T will do! larger and bet
ter than the other. but poor place at best.
The next day when DIR. Stanley called to
see his patient, Mary, with Pardouable
pride, ushered him into the room that ha
been vacant before. A soft carpet was on
the floor, and small FIRE in CRATE, the
latter screened from the bed by a neat
shade. Soft muslin curtains. snowy white.
| draped the window. The bed could scarce
ly be recognized. with its pure white pill
lows, counterpane and sheets. A little ta-
BILE stood beside the bed with the medi-
cines the doctor had ordered, and an ex-
quiste goblet of cooling drink.
''The lady ye mind I told you of thai
sint ye to Terry" said Mary. "We fixed
the room yesterday. and my good mar
moved him in to-day, so she'll find him
here when she comes. It's asleep he'i
been for better'n three hours
"Two bours later Harold was still asleep
but then he opened his eyes. The cold
cheerless room was changed, as if by en-
chantment, and, Harold. thought he wal
dreamiug,) an angel face bent over him
with plying eyes, and smile tender as
mothers over her babe.
eva !" he whispered, ''oh that I coulc
die in such a dream. Never awake to tn,
bitter, hopeless love. Let me die now i
Was it dream, that low sweet voice an
swered him
"Hsrold, you will not die, you will liv
for me Your genius shall be recognized
your pictures sought. No more struggling
for life, but only for fame" And the tear
fell as she spoke.
DR.. Stanley. standing in the doorwa
recognized the ballroom belle aud the OBJ
ject of his friends long-silent, hopeless
love.
Softly he gIided down the stairs. for h
knew that better medicine was within th
PATIENTS grasp. Uttering words that said
Just think of Eva Marston. rich an
such belle, marrying Harold Graham
the artist, as poor as church mouse."
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