The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1869-01-21

"Yes, don't see what chance any
of them have in that close nest of cot
tages; it must spread like wildfre.
And 1t has been for a week IN the work. |
house wards at Slowcombe."ioj smz
SsWiIl that give you more work e. |
"Of course Ihaye sent for help from
Brixham, but, till it comes, l must do
all the work so don't wait dinner for
me. o.a' ". ~. l2i - \ y. ~. .-... p ..,
"But can't you come in and take
mutton cbopi MOI Well, some cold
meat7 A glass of wine at least ?" said
Elsie, diminishing her offers as he shook
his head at every suggestion. .s
@ II shall dovery we'll; only, love
don't expect me till you see me, and,
above all, don't sit up" ban
g NBut can / do nothing to help these
poor peoplei Do they want nothing7"
"Nothingi Everything! Go to Mrs.
Carter, dearest, and see what woman's
wit can devise to help the sick, and
above al" to feed up and care for those
who are still we'll; prevention is better
than cure Only, whatever happens, l
won't have you run into the slightest
danger; mind that"
Then followed two months during
which Mrs. Denbigh scarcely saw her
husband, though she heard fhim from
many people, and never without praise
and blessing. twas sharp conflict
he waged with the plague iend, and he
brought to the service all the power of
science and skill, assisted by the thor
oughness which was his great charac-
teristic. Though he seemed to have
more on his hands than any human being
could accomplish, no one was neglected,
no blunders were made, nobody could
complain Of forgetfulness or undue
hurry on the doctors part, and many
were dragged back from the very brink
of the grave. He really seemed to live
without eating or sleeping; and even
when assistance came from elsewhere,
he only entered his own house for
hurried meal, a cold bath, an hours
sleep, and, above all the word and kiss
to his wife, which, as he truly told her,
were more to him than sleep. .t
q With the freshening days ofOctober,
the fever abated, the fresh cases became
fewer every day, and many of the sick
began to recover, The Wears wife,
who had been managing dispensary,
while Mrs. Denbigh had undertaken
certain arrangements for feeding some
of those yet unstricken, reported that
they had better join forces, most of the
convaescents having reached a stage
to require kitchen physic And at last
there came an evening when Mr.. Den.
bigh entered his house as it was grow
ing dusk, and announced to his de-
lighted wife, that, unless specially
summoned, be should not go out again
that night.
Never mind about dinner, Elsie"
he said; s'if you have dined, tea will
be much more to the purpose r And
he passed on to his dressing-room.
When be entered the sitting-room
again, it was glowing with the bright |
ness Of fire and candle 2 the chintz cur
tains were drawn to exclude The dreary
wet daylight; the arm-chair was drawn
temptipgly near the fire; and the
choice white tea-service, which Elsie
only used on rare occasions, sent out
its fragrance from its own particular
little table. Elsie herself knelt on the
hearth, the freight glancing on her
shining hair and the few bright orna-
ments on her dark dress, as she coaxed
the kettle into boiling. 1t was pic
-ture of home comfort, and Philip Den
bigh seemed for once to give himself
up entirely to the enjoyment Of the
moment, as he sank back into the
depths of his arm chair to his we'll
earned Tepose.d b1s3rqua .e3iIq niai
"Thank you," he reused himself to
say, as bis wife arranged q tempting
little meal at his elbow on another small
table II ought to be waiting on you,
my love, not you on me !; bnt somehow
/ am strangely tiredP1om 1at moo 79q |
n '.No wonder; but you are only tired,
not i'll are you 7" she asked, with sud
den alarm. 20 Philip, how hot your
bsod Is tDrs 9Ta rsm tsi md wei ~ Il
70 She noticed, too, that hsonly played
with the food which Isott had carefully
prepared; and at length. he owned that
it was Of no use to try to eat it. 4
''But don't look SO scared, Elsie"
be said, smiling "Myo hour has not
struck YETI q ya1omtsdw Won't 3oa
~ cant gete Of the trick. of feel
ing anxious" she retprpedj .ithough
It is very faithIess Of me, when you
have SO many prayers to guard you. II
you could hear, Philip, how these poor
mothers speak of you 9i They are so
seFateful!'su II yh6d sn9i1rna; n,tT
, / HGrateful7 God help them, poor
wretChes they've little enough to be
grateful to me for" said Mr.. Denbigh,
heavily. "How many Of them find
life 50 pleasant, do you think, that they
need be very overpowering in their
thankfalnessF,l 91od ~ asn'sud
''Most of themp nearly all, | am
sure. The poorest Of them have some
thing to love, and, therefore, something
to live fOr. Surely Philip, you and l.,
of all people, shouldrnever talk asi E
lifeiweTe not worth hsving!' .slb Cd
Maybe soi but for my part, with
every case / brought round, / wonder