The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1870-03-22

f b iaie taat poor Iau
faa Eva #ks saving sage.
98e Ease a glance 6 tie iBvaiias
face Hud ihsa crossed tie room q Eai
side
Efa SAID ,ae nek msu Iva
IL knows nee. she marmured draw
iaR L&ts But tls yoaag lau moantd
ben name aaaln. ana iaen broke forth
30 wild de.G9us sayings
MAfv. said Eva, send Patrick 70 me
/ wI. hB1 pencil Dd paper
N4y fH ihe room. aud Ega turned
g. ihl table d hnl paper ana pencil
She wrote hastv notes Ono VAS Il
bef haaseketpar i0r pillows and sheets
Tie other was 70 d. Stanley Who d.d
80, guess ,ac friend WAC sent him 50
much practice amuBg the poor patience
aud saa that be waa vel paid
Having dispatched Patrick with The
notes Eva tried to make the dysoate
room more home-lIke. Lifting irom the
table waist.eoat something dropped
from the pockets u TIE floor She pick.
ed ii up. IL was a small miniature case,
open, aud painted en- the IVORY was
Iva AlaIstous face
& smile gentle aud plying came to
bel lips
lfe a.i love me, then, really Real
lY i0ee me, aud would bot seek me With
tie herd 0f lJrtune.luuters who follow
me aud that Is tha reason / have miss
ed blm 30 long
ArIab. Mics, here's tho doctor
Stop Aim, Mary, / viii 20 In here
Remember, Mary }ou don know my
name. and Eva went into another little
room, vacant and adjoining that 5f the
inyaHds The door stood ajar, and DR..
Sianley's first exclamation reached her
Harold have / found you at last,
and 10 sucl place
Eyas eyes ranged over the capabili-
ties Of tie room in which she stood, as
she no3dcl, saying, it viii do! larger
and better ttau the other, bat poor
place at best
Tic next day when DR. Stanley call
ci % sec bis patient Mary with 4 par
doaab!g pride, usheged him into the
room that had been vacant before A
aoft carpet was on the ilooraud il small
fire IN the CRATE, thcslatter screned
from tie bed by a neat shade. Soft
muslin curtains, snowy white, drGped
the window The bed could scarcely be
recognized with It's pure White pillows,
eounterpano and sheets. 4 little table
stood beside the bed, with the medicine
the doctor had ordered, and an exquis-
It goblt of cooling drink
The lady ye mind l told ye Of, that
sint We to Terry, said Mary; we fixed
tie room yesterday, and my good man
aud ] moved him to-day, SO she'll find
him here when she comes list a sleep
hes been for bettrn three hours, sir.
Two hours Harold was still asleep,
bat then he opened his eyes, The cold
cheelless room was changed as If by
enchantment, and Harold thought he
was dreaming) an angel face bent over
him with plying eyes, and smile as
tender as a mothers love over her
child.
Eva I! be whispered, oh that / could
die in such q dream. Never awake to
the bitter, hopeless love. Let me die
now
Was it dream, that sweet voice an
sworing him?
Harold, you will not die,you will live
for me. Your genius shall be rccog-
nized, your pictures sought No more
struggling for life, but only for fame, -
And the tears fell as she spoke.
DR.. Stanley, standing at the doorway
recognized the ballroom belle, and the
object Of his friends long, 81 ent, hope
less love.
Softly he glided down the stairs, for
be knew that better medicine than he
could have prescribed was within the
patients grasp.
And the world said
Just think Of Eva Marston, rich and
such belle, marrying Horace Graham,
the artist, rs poor as a church mouse