The Van Buren press., 1870-05-24
VAN BUREN, ARK, MAY "a, 1870.

How many pieces, Mary q saia Eva
taking out her purse.
.Oh Miss. you don't owe Mary Gin
mis- clint. There's tho doctor yc left the
money TO pay, and the wood ye sint, and
praties and milk, and the money ye gave
inc last week; sure. Miss, it's in your
debt am for washing, the rest of your
life."
"What gave Terrence has nothing
to do with my washing bill" said Eva
rapidly counting out the pieces.
). Miss Eva," said Mary, and then stop
ed.
"Well, Mary" SIS
"Sure, Miss, you do so much good
with your money, I'm ashamed to tel
YOU"
"Tell me what!"
"Well, Miss, it's about the young mar
that's rinted my room, Ys mind wher.
the widder died last fall. hecamc weel
back, Miss, and he never came dow
stairs for three days back. so this morn
ing wint up, and he's sick with a fever
out of his head entirely. Miss. II yot
would come, now"
"Wait, Mary, I'll go with YOU"
Throwing off her rich, silk wrapper
Eva put on dark gray dress and cloak
and added close, silk bonnet. with ;
thick veil.
"Come, Mary!" and the two left th'
house together.
In Il low, close room, on a pallet bed
Law Mary Ginnis' lodger. The face
against the coarse ticking pillow, was
such as one fances for that of his 'avor
ite poet. The hair was dark, waving
over broad, white forehead, and tn,
deep. set eyes were hazel, large and full
and the features delicate. Usually thu
face was pale, but now it was crimson
with fever, the eyes fierce and wild. Bu
even with all this, the face was beautiful
with an almost unhealthy beauty. Ir
the poor, low room, Eva came like saw
ing angel She gave one glance at the
invalids face, and then crossed the room
to his side.
Eva" said the sick man, Eva"
"He knows me, she murmured, draw
ing back But the young man moaned
her name again, and then broke forth il
wild dclirious rawlings.
MARY" said Eva, "send Patrick tc
me-"
Mary left the room, and Eva turned tc
the table to find paper and pencil She
wrote hasty notes, to her housekeeper fol
pillows and sheets, to DR. Stanley. who
did not guess tho friend who sent him SC
much practice among the poor patients
and saw that he was well paid.
Having dispatched Patrick with tnt
notes, Eva tried to make the dcsolats
room more home-like Lifting from til,
table waist coat, something dropped
from the pocket to the floor. 1t was ,
small miniature case, open, and painted
on the ivory was Eva's face.
A smile, gentle and plying, came tc
her lips. tm
"He did love me, then, really. Real
ly loved me, and would not seek with tn,
fortune hunters who follow me that il
the reason have missed him so long,
."Arrah, Miss, here's the doctor"
"Stcp him, Mary, will go in here
Remember, Mary, you don't know my
name,' and Eva went into another room
vacant and adjoining that of thcinvalid's.
The door was ajar, and DR.. Stanley's
first exclamation reached her:
Harofu! Have found you at last
ard in such place p
Eva's eyes ranged over the capabilities
of the room in which she stood, as sht
nodded, saying: "Itwill do larger anc
better than the other, but poor place a
best"
The next day, when DR.. Stanley callee
to see his patient, Mary, with pardon
able pride. ushered him into the room
that had been vacant before. A soft car
pet was on the floor, and small fire il
the CRATE, the latter screened from tn
bed by neat shade. Soft, white, ,muslil
curtains drapcd the window. The be-
could scarcely be recognized, with il
white pillows, counterpane and sheets
A little table stood beside the bed. wit
the medicines he had ordered, and an ex
quiste goblet of cooling drink
The lady, We mind. told you Of, tina
sut ye to Terry" said Mary; we lxe'
the room yesterday, and my good ma
and I moved him to-day, so she'll fin
him here when she comes It's aslec
he's been for better'n two hours, sir
Two hours, Harold was still aslecr
then he opened his eyes. The cold
cheerless room was changed as if by en-
chantment, and--Harold thought he wa
dreaming-an angel face bent over hin
with plying eyes, and smile as tende
as a mothers love over her child.
EVA" he whispered, F" oh, that coul
die in such dream"
Was it dream, that sweet voice an
swered him ?"
Harold, you will not die, you wi
. live for me! Your genius shall be recog
nized, your pictures sought No NOR
struggling for life, but only for fame.
And the tears fell as she spoke
DR.. Stanley, standing in the doorway
recognized the ballroom belle, and th
object Of his friends long, silent, hope
less love.
; Softly lie glided down the stairs, 70
he knew that better medicine than h
could have prescribed was within the pa
tents grasp.
A short time after the world said
Just think OF Eva Marston. rich an
such a belle, marrying Harold Grahar
the poor artist"
Eg We have the story from New o.
loans that n moor fellow who was recent