Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1871-03-17

a little spirit of pale bloom, that had
slipped for the time from some delicate
rnse-tree: and / thought that if a bee
were to find its way to her It would prob
ably recognize an old acquaintance.
- watched the pretty scene awhile
quite forgetting the calls had to make
and almost forgetting my errand with
his little Sylvie herself But / was re-
called bv the striking of a clock This
sound, too, seemed to recall Miss Svlvie
10 a recollection Of something else than
her feathered visitors, for she sudden1,
gave me quick glance over her shoul-
der, and then, turning to the doves, be-
gan another series of cooling notes.
while she in some way, by little watts
| her hands, gave them to understand
that she was bidding them good by
They apDe red to comprehend VERY
readily, for In a few minutes, with
whole chorus of soft gurgling notes
they spread their wings and flew ava.
into the garden. Then the small en-
chantress, the conjurer of this fair
scene, turned to me. A pale spirit
bloom she indeed looked, if you car
call it bloom which was the most waxeI
white you ever saw. or ike that thin
petal of the pond-lily. And then witt
her large unnaturally bright blue eye.
with duskY rims,-shadows of suffering
and the long floating veil of hair, sht
seemed to me the strangest and pretties
object had ever ssen- As she turneo
towards me, I took a step forward tt
meet her, for saw that she was very
lame and could only walk with a little
low crutch. Before could think whar
TO say to her she was talking to me.
g am Sylvie Lamonte, she began.
and you are the doctor Doctor Har
rison, arn't you who is going to cur,
me, so that I can walk without this
crutch.
80 Yes told her, was Doctor Har-
rison, and hoped 10 cure her.
But SO many have tried to cure
me, she went on,-s so many; and they
have all given it up, and maybe you'll
have to give it up. and give me up too.
By this time she had got herself into al
armchair, with a quick dexterity thai
surprised me.
90 o no, / told her. should mt give
her up very easily, but l must make ar
examination at once, to see what couIo
do. Shall I ring and send for your
mother to come, or shall we go up tc
her ? / asked. But as put my hand
upon the be.l-rope she cried out, hastily.
o no, no. don't ring. nobody ever
comes,-nobody but Jeannetti'
But who is with you, my dear?
asked, hastily who is with YOU and
holds you when the doctor makes an
examination p
"' Mamma sends Jeanette some
times, and sometimes Ursule, but they
cry out so and make such times over me
that they worry me; so I send them
away, and do very well by myself.
keep very quiet, l don't move if youtell
me not, and / make such little groans
that the doctors don't mind.
Her quaint way of talking came
! from her being with French people
The reason she didn't talk French al
together was because her mother was an
English lady and had taught her her
own language but she had lived in
France so much, and with the French.
that she could chatter much HaS6e rapid
| ly in French than in English. When
she told me about her little groans that
the doctors didn't mind, as if what the
doctors thought and felt was of more
consequence than herself, l was more
touched than / can express to you.
90 But your mother, I said, should
be told that Jeannette and Ursule trouble
you too much. and then she will come
herself
- Mamma comet she exclaimed.
| looking up at me in amazement. Nam
ma mamma is-did MT you know p
| sick always-invalid. that is what they
call it. So you see she could not come,
and Teannette and Ursule never tell her.
do not let them tell her that have no
one to hold me, because she would fret
about it, and perhaps send for some
one, some stranger to come; and
don't want some stranger like Jean
nette and Ursule better than some stran-
/ ger, but l want nobody to hold me but
| Sylvie; and here she laughed little at
| herself and her fun. l laughed with
her, as if I thought it was the most
cheerful thing in the wOrld,-but
thought it the most pitiful thing, that
this poor little girl should thus be left
with no kind motherly friend to tend
her in her pain, with no one but 'Sylvie,
as she had so blithely declared.
q Meanwhile she slipped off her shoe
and stocking. and l saw the twisted.
misshapen ankle that | was to set right
| if f-eould. It was far worse than yours,
Jessie, for It had probably been neglect
/ ed for a long time, and then ignorantly
treated in so many ways that inhamma
ton and swelling had aggravated it into
/ one of the worst cases | had ever seen.
| Big fellow that / am, l could scarcely
| keep the tears from my eyes when first
looked upon this, and saw all that the
little creature had suffered, and had YET
to suffer. But l was determined thai
she should not suffer alone any more
Heroism is a very good thing. but some
times it kills people, and saw that if
wanted to cure my little dryad she mus
be taken care of and not left in sucE
loneliness. So after / had examined tht
ankle, and bathed it in some soft heal
: ing lotion, | said that | must see he
mother and talk with her about somt
new arrangements and plans. Sylvi'
looked troubled Would MT it do II
send Jeanette or Ursule, or could n
: you write it on a piece of paper, anC
let it be taken to her? Mamma doe
MT like to be disturbed, she said, anx
iously.
No, told her, must see her nam
: ma myself. Upon this the bell wa
: pulled, and, Jeanette appearing, Sylvie
I in rapid French, told her to go to mann
) ma and tell her that the doctor, the neV
doctor, must see her. Presently Jean
nette came back. and was shown int
] large room so dark that l could not a
f first perceive an object in it. At last
? saw a little figure-it looked hardl
: larger than SyIvie's-Iying back in
: great easy-chair, and voice that sound
: ed very much like Sylvie's asked me t
t sit down. / found chair, and as quick
( ly as l could told Madame Lamont
s that if did anything for her little girl
), must have with her constantly nurs
;. of my own choosing and instruction
S | Madame Lamonte made no objection,
was to have any one pleased, she saiC
if Sylvie was suited; but Sylvie did nj
h like strangers. So bade Madame L;
d monte good morning; and in a fe'
d minutes l had convinced Sylvie tn;
n she would like this dreaded stranger
q very we'll
d "In a few days my words prove
It true. could make another story tellin
IS YOU about Miss Annie Tenney, the lad
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