The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1870-06-29
NUMBER 50.


me for speech; million tongues cculd
never have uttered MI my love; all my
alteration of her. But something kept
me silent Afterwards knew what
that something" was-the horrible
fear of certainty, if that certainty was
antagonistic to my happiness. And SO
T stood stoek-still, appearing probably
in her eyes as interesting as block of
ice or a sense}ess piece of wood.
Regaining her composure by an ef-
fort, she resumed: "Well, Mr.. Fleming
cannot blame you for doing what
mamma asked you. will try and like
Mr.. Urling; and perhaps shall sue
ceed-who knows9" she said with q
bitter little smile upon her. "And the
next time you call you may have to
congratulate me. But must 60 now.
and will send mamma to thank you
better than / can do. Goodbye, Mr..
Flemingn And jnst touching the tips
of my cold fingers, she glided out of
the room.
i followed her down the stairs, then
noiselessly let myself out of the house.
III.
i For some weeks persisted in my
dinrnal work; but my brain, kept
throbbing, and there was strange
singing in my ears; and lassitude crept
/ over me, and appetite went away.
t Then one morning, as ! sat listlessly
in my armchair, my buxom landlady
! came in, dropping her curtesy, and dee
5 string her mututinal chat.
"Lord sir!"-she had been staring
. hard at my visage for few minutes.
: with more curiosity than politeness-
a "why, do believe as how. you are go
l ing to be very ILL never saw any
body look SO unearthly like in all my
, born days. And You never eat any
t thing now. Mr.. Fleming not if I do
I your bacon myself, and send it mp nice
! and brown to a turn. No, hero it is,
sir, and untouched! she exclaimed in
. a plaintlve tone, whose pathos, little
inclined as was for mirtll, .tiekled my
, risibIe faculties.
3 "Never mind about MY appetite,
Mrs. Robson; I am all right enough. I
r want you to put those flowers aud
s fruit into basket, and dispatch them
t at once to Mrs. Lister, Maryville Cot
: tage, Spa-road."
t "Of course I will sir, directly. And
n now do 60 and lie down quietly. You
J, look as white as your own ghost, and
) are no more fit to be worriting over
! those newspaper articles than the shoe
black at the corner"
I'll I took the good woman's advice and
: went to bed, feeling that it was useless
to attempt work. My head was aching
!. as if the "Anvil Chorusn of the trora-
- tore was being performed upon it, and
! my limbs felt as though / had been
J. stretched upon the rack in the cham
IS Der of Inquisition for ninety-nine
IT days.
pl That night I became inscnsible-for
several long days, they told me after
Ie wards; ard then I began. to toss about
y in delirium, raying madly and insant-
4. ~.
Is It was one evening (shal ever for
m get itg) about seven o'clock. The sum-
% mer had not yet gone BY, and the las,
= lingering beams of the sun fell through
le my window upon my room. The pair
10 in my head was gone, leaving dnl
d. numbness behind; and my strength
!. was no greater than little child's
l. The weight was still on my heart
" though I could barely realize its cause
r. SO utterly PROSTATE ] felt.
n Silence reigned around; and YEARLY
re-closing the lids I hadscarcely open
ne ed, I turned on my pillow. Then !,
n: soft cool hand was passed gently owe
to my hot forehead, and q fragran
on breath swept over me.
"a Who could she bei I wondered
Not a hireiing surely, with 20 kind an,
light touch. ! opeaed my eyes wild
= and looked up, and saw-only face
~ but crs-Nellie's What could it al
" mean Was dead, and had my ange
:. come to bear me to Heaven Z
~ :" Are You going to be married -
~ exclaimed feyerishly, with the bloc
ve flaming up in my face, and my pulls
a. galloping.
lpl "No, Mark, no--unless it is to you!
in and she put her two arms round N
nat neck and softly kissed my cheek An
err then she added, sbyly: aMrs. Robso
its came and told US how i'll you wer
ON and that your poor weak voice waa a
Ter ways calling Nellie !! Nellie /. s
ing mamma and / came to nurse you /
lite turns. You have said often enough
IN. your rawlings how much yon. love 10
Of dear! Say it again, now that "
in have regained Your senses, I shall |
an the happiest girl on earth T.
o, could it be truef Yes, I felt
RI was, as with the little strength Il,
,ra was left me drew her passionafalv