Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1870-06-23

There II be time enough to find that
out. Wen send for him, my boy, that's
what scsW do, and won't it be glorious
surprise for 'em both !" that is if she
lives he added, suddenly SOLDERING; I" we
must attend to that point"
But where is he s--returned to Eng
land ?"
Il don't know" he said, looking blankly
at Ralph, "but," Frightening, we'll tele
graph everywhere, don't you see and
then Of cCsrse wen get him"
The neA morning Ralph telcgraphed
home thaA Viola was found, but that she
was dangerously i'll of brain fever. and
Captain Waite proceeded to inaugurate
his plan ofrmiscellaneous telegraphing in
search of Harry Montford.
Three days slipped away, and then a
change came over the deliriOus girl. She
ceased to rave and toss, and sank into a
sort OF stupor from which it was feared
she would never rouse. The doctor staid
still past midnight watching for change
but there was none, and he departed, leay
ing word to be called Immediately if there
was any. Mnna Waite would have shared
the watch with Ralph, but he babe her
leave him, in firm, almost stern voice
He felt as if he must have her all to him.
self the few little hours she was to stay
he could not bear that another should
look at or touch her-his Viola!
Slowly the dark shadows slipped from
the girdle of Night, and Day, luminou.
with golden prophecies, sent out hei
couriers along the low, eastern horizon
and pale gray lights fluttered up to tn,
zenith, putting out the stars, softly ant
silently.
Viola had been lying quite motionless
only faint, light breathing giving assur
ance OF life. Suddenly her eyes tiutteret
They looked at him 80 long and steadily
with such strange, wistful gaze, that
passion Oyercame prudence, and the doc
tors charge that she must not be excited
If she walked RATIONAL" was utterly for
gotten in the great rush of love and ten
derness that suIged up in his soul. He
put his arms about her and drew her head
to his bosom.
my love-my darling!' he cried, in 9
low, imprisoned whisper.
"Dear Ralph she said softly, liftina
one little futterng hand and dropping il
on his neck
"You know ne, DEAR" he asked eager
ly, almost breatlless with his great hap
piness
Know your O,.Ralphl"
When Minns Waite came into the room
lust as the luminous east was flushing
with rosy goli the soft folds OF the snowy
curtains at the windows, she started back
with surprise at sight Of her patient ly inQ
with her white face on Ralph Anderson'l
arm, and her eyes, tender and clear, ant
worshipful, lftsd fondly to his face.
Was there ever such a morning before
as was that, l wonder? Was ever thu
sunshine so glorious or the world 30 fair
Ralph Anderson was very sure tina
heaven never cane half so near earth be
fore, and nobody seemed inclined to dis
pute hun, least OF all the happy little CIR
who held fast II his hand as If 1t was
dear child las perhaps 1t was-the one
spar on all the broad ocean Of lite thai
kept her from going down, that could
bring her at last % happy haven. Al
last the proud, reoellious little heart had
yielded to Loves strong dominion, and
the pretty, tremuIous lips had said, very
humbly and brokenly:
" am not worthy to be your vile, deal
Ralph, but if you are willing TO let mt
bear your name, will never ask or care
for any other. And, If God let's me live
to get well, / will try very hard that you
never shall be sorry ! could not hav,
held out as long as did, only thought
you loved her, and then felt wicked anc
did not care"
will not attempt to give Ralph's pro
testations--veY probably hundreds OF
lovers have indllged in the like; l only
hope he will never be false To them as
some have been and don't think he will
or ! should never have taken him for my
hero, you may he sure.