Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1871-07-22

The hospital doctor stood still: so did Sary
| Jane, half risen from her chair; so did the very
South street boys, gaping in the gutter, with
their hands full of stones, such cry rang out
from the palace window.
"Oh, the glassl the glass the glassp
In twinkling the South street boys were at
the mercy of the South street police; and the
hospital DOCTOR bounding over a beachful OF
shattered waves, stood, out of breath, beside the
| Lady of Shalott's bed. The Lady of Shalott lay
quite still in her little brown calico night-gown
the Lady of Shalott lay quite still, and her
| lips turned blue. "Are you very much hurt
| Where were you Struck2 l heard the cry and
came. Can you tell me where the blow wasp
! But then the doctor saw the glass, broken and
| blown in thousand glittering sparks across the
palace floor; and then the Lady Of Shalott gave
| him a little blue smile ''It's not me. Never
mind. wish it was. I'd rather it was me than
the glass. Oh, my glassI my glass! But never
mind. l suppose there'll be some other-pleas-
ant thing"
"Were you so fond of the glass% asked the
doctor, taking one of the two chairs that Sary
Jane brought him, and looking sorrowfully
about the room.
Chow long have you lain here" asked the
sorrowful doctor, suddenly.
"Since can remember. sr," said the Lady Of
Shalott, with that blue smile. "But then have
always had my glass"
"Ahl" said the doctor, "the Lady of Sha-
lottP
SIR said the Lady OF Shalott
"Where is the pain2" asked the doctor, gently,
with his finger on the Lady of Shalott's pulse.
The Lady OF Shaott touched the shoulders Of
her brown calico night-dress, smiling.
"And what did you see in your glass p asked
the doctor, once more, STOPPING to examine "tEe
pain"
The Lady of Shalott tried to tell him, but felt
confused so many strange things had been in
the glass since 1t grew hot. So she only said
that there were waves and purple wing, and
that they were broken now and lay upon the
floor.
"And what about the waves" asked the doc
tor, talking while he touched and tried the
little brown calico shoulders. 81 have little
girl of my own down by the waves this summer.
She-I suppose she is no older than your
81 am seventeen, sir, said the lady Of Sha-
lott "Do they have green faces and white
hair? Does she see them run up and down?
never saw any waves but those in my glass
am very glad to know that your little girl is by
the waves"
"Where you ought be-" said the doctor,
half under his BREATH 1T is cruel, cruelPI
"What is cruel2' asked the Lady Of Shalott,
looking up into the doctors face.
The little brown calico night dress swan sud-
denly before the doctors eyes. He got up and
walked across the room. As he walked he step
ped across the piece of broken glass. "Oh,
don'tP' cried the Lady of Shaott. But then
she thought that perhaps she had hurt the doc
tor feelings; So she Smlleu, ana salu NEVER
mind"
"Her case could be cured" said the doctor,
still under his breath to Sary Jane. "The case
could be cured yet. 1t is cruelP
"Sir," said Sary Jane-she lifted her sharp
face sharply out of pillows of nankeen vests
cit may be because | make vests at sixteen
three quarter cents dozen, sir; but say before
God there's something cruel somewheres. Look
at her. Look at me. Look at them stairs
Just see that Scuttle, will you? just feel the
sun in these windows. Look at the rent we
pay for this ERE oven. What do you 'spose the
merkiry is up herel LOOK at them pisen fogs
arisin' out over the sidewalk. Look at the dead
as have died in the devil in this street this
week. Then look out herep
Sary Jane drew the doctor to the blazing,
blindlesS window, out of which the Lady of
Shalott had never looked. "Now talk OF curin'
herp said Sary Jane.
The doctor turned away from the window,
with a sudden white face.
"The board of health"
Don't talk to me about the board of healthP
said Sary Jane.
'I'll talk to them," said the doctor. 81 did
not know matters were so bad. They shall be
attended to directly. Tomorrow | leave town"
he stopped, looking down at the Lady of Sha-
lott, thinking of the little lady by the waves,
whom he would see tomorrow hardly know
ing what to say. "But something shall be done
at once. Meantime, there's the hospital"
"She tried horspital long ago." said Sary
Jane. "They said they couldn't do nothing.
What's the use? Don't bother her. Let her
be-"
eyes, let me" said the Lady of Shalott, faint
ly. "The glass is broken"
"But something must be dOnep urged the
doctor, hurrying away. 81 will attend to the
matter directly, directly"
He spoke in busy doctors busy way. I'm
doubtedly he thought that he should attend to
the matter directly
"Sarah Jane, dear" said the Lady of Shalott,
at night. "Ihe glass is broken And Sary
Jane, dear, | am afraid l can't stand it as well
as you can" Sary Jane gave the Lady of Sha.
lott sharp look, and put away her nankeen
vests. She came to the bed. at isn't time to
stop sewing is it1' asked the Lady of Shalott,
in faint surprise. Sary Jane only gave her
sharp looks, and said; "Nonsensel That ma
will be back again yet, He'll look after y
maybe. Nonsense
eyes," said the Lady of Shalott, "he will
come back again. But my glass is broken.
"Nonsensel" said Sary Jane. But she did not
go back to her sewing. She sat down on the
edge of the bed, by the Lady Of Shalott; and it
grew dark. "Perhaps they'll do something about
the yards; who knows?" said Sary Jane through
the growing dark.
"But my glass is broken" said the Lady of
Shalott.
f'sary Jane, dearP said the Lady of Shalott,
when it had grown quite, quite dark "He is
walking on the waves"
"Nonsensep said Sary Jane. For it was
quite, quite dark.
"Sary Jane, dearl" said the Lady of Shalott.
mot that man. But there is man, and he is
walking on the waves"
The Lady of ShalOtt raised herself upon her
little calico night-dress sleeve. She looked at
the wall where the 10x6 inch loolling-glass
had hung. "Sary Jane, dearP said the Lady
of ShalOtt; 81 am glad that girl is down by
the waves, am very glad, Hut the glass is
broken"
Two days after, the board of health at the foot
of the precipice, which the lessor called fight
of stairs, which led into the Lady of Shalotts
palace, were met and stopped by another board.
"This ones gothic right of way, gentlemenp
said something at the brink of the pTeppipe,
which sounded so much like q rat.trap that the
board of health looked down by instinct at its
individual and collective feet, to see if they were
in danger, and dared not by instinct stir step.
The board which had the right of way was a
pine board, and the Lady Of Shalott lay on it, in
her little brown calico night dress, with Sary
James old shawl across her feet. The Flower
charity (Heaven bless it'll had half-covered the
old shawl with silver bells, and solemn green
shadows, like the shadows of church towers
And it was comfort TO know that these were
the only bells which tOlled for the Lady OF
Shalott, and that no other church shadow fell
upon her burial.
Gentlemen" said the hosptahe doctor,
The gentlemen of the board of health went on
and the Lady of ShaIott went on. The Lady OF
Shalott went out into the cart that had carried
away the monkeys from the spring-box, and
the purple wing lifted to let her pass; and fell
again, as If it had brushed her away,
The board of health went up the precipice, and
stood by the window out of which the Lady of
Shalott had never looked. They sent orders to
the scavenger and orders to the water board
and how many other orders nobody knows; and
they sprinkled themselves with camphor, and
they went their ways. And the board that
had the right of way went its way, too. And
Sary Jane folded up the shawl, which she could
not afford to lose, and came home, and made
nankeen vests at sixteen and three-quarter cents
dozen in the window, out of which the Lady
of Shalott had neyer looked.-MisS Phelps in The
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