Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1869-03-30

deep set eyes were hayel. large and full and
the features delicate. Usually the face was
pale, but now it was cri psson with fever. The
eyes, too, were fierce and Wild But even
with all this, that fsee vas beautiful with an
almost unearthly beauty fnto that poor, low
room, Eva, with her sonshre dress and radiant
beauty, came like d plying angel She gave
one glance at the itiF4lid,s face, and then
crossed the room toshis side.
Eva = said the sick mar, Eva
He knows me- she inurmured drawing
back. But the young man moancd her name
again, and then breke forth in Wild, delirious
rawlings.
Mary said Eva,s send Patrick to me I'll
find pencil and paper
Mary lett the rom and Eva turned to the
table to fud pencil and paper She wrote
hasty notes. One was 70 her hs1se keeper
for pillows and sh other was to Dr.s
Stanley, who did not guess the friend who
sent him SO much practice among poor pa
tients and saw that the young physician was
we'll paid.
Having dispatched Patrick with the notes,
Eva tried to make the desOlate room more
home like. Lifting from the table wascoat,
something dropped from the pocket to the
floor. She picked it up 1t was a small
ivory was Eva MarstOn's face.
A smile, gentle and plying came to her
lips.
He did love me, then! Really love me,
and would not seek me with the herd of for
tune-huhters who follow me, and that is the
reason l have missed him SO long
'Arrah, Miss here's the doctor'
Stop him, Mary l will go in here Re-
member, Mary, you don't know my name !
and Eva went into another little room. va
cant and adjoining that of the invaId's. The
door stood ajur, and DIR. Stanley's first ex-
clamation reached her.
Harold have L found you at last, and in
such place p
Evas eyes ranged over the capabilities OF
the room in which she stood, and she nod.
ded, saying, 1t will do; larger and better
than the other, but poor place at best
The next day when DR.. Stanley called to
see his patient, Mary with pardonabe pride,
ushered him into the room that had been va
cant before A soft carpet was on the floor,
and small fire in the CRATE, the latter
screened from the bed by neat shade. Soft.
muslin curtains, snowy white, draped the
window. The bed could scarcely be recog-
nized, with its pure white pillows counterpane
and sheets. A little table stood beside the
Deu, Will luS ueuIClueS Tie uOClOI udu OE-
dered, and an exquisite goblet of cooling
drink
The lady We mind told you of, that sint
ye to Terry said Mary. we fixed the room
yesterday, and my good man and l moved him
in to-day, SO she'll find him here when she
comes. It's asleep he's been for better'n
three hours, SIR
Two hours later Harold was still asleep,
but then he opened his eyes. The cold cheer
less room was changed as if by euchautment,
aud (Harold thought he was dreamingl an
angel bent over him, with plying eyes and a
smile tender as mothers over her child.
Eva! he whispered, oh that [ could
die in such dream never awake to the bit
ter. hopeless love; let me die now
Was it dream, that sweet love voice an
swering?
Harold, you will not die, you will live for
Inc. Your genius shall be recognized, your
pictures sought No more struggling for life,
but ouly for fame And the tears fell as
she spoke.
DR.. Stanley, standing in the doorway, re-
cognized the ballroom belle, and the object
of his friends long silent, hopeless love.
Softly he glided down the stairs, for he
knew that better medicine than he could
prescribe was within the patients grasp.
And the world said
Just to think of Eva Marston, rich and
such belle, marrying Harold Graham, the
artist, poor church mouse