The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-08-24

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i ~as ready to do what / could. siaee /
those varst fears were dispelled, and
obeyed mothcr-~,th trspid.tiou and an
unwilling heart, it i, true, but WITH
outward alacrity-saen she SUI; moncd
me to,sis for an hour or two in Mr.. |
Ransome's room on the morning of the |
third day after his accident. 49,.
She give me some whispered direc.
tions about his medicine, outside the
door, told me be was asleep, and would
probably when be awakened hardly
speak to me, as he seemed disinclined
to talk. l was to be quiet and dis
Greet and not chatter.
"1ndeed, I'm not likely" said to
myself, repressing little shudder a. l
entered the room. It was a pleasant
south looking chamber, bright with
pleasant reflections of sunlight in spite
of the shaded windows. I looked round
the room, took note Of the array Of
2hials aud cups on the white covered
staod, noisslessly arranged the brands
Of the cheerful little wood fire, and ad
ded = fresh stick; then, setting my
teeth, I turned and went slowly up to
the b,d to susvek the man I had 90
nearly made finish Of. ae looked 60
pale and helpless lying there, With his
closed eyes and band.ged had, that I
began to pity him. Up to this mo-
ment I had dstcsted him. :.What did
no mean, I asked myself io unre.son.
able anger, by ridiog up to our house
10 that way, making me think he was
90 old stray mare? !? 1 had no patience
With such folly-gettiug himself pitch
% OF On strange doorstep like : sack
Of "heat! Now I began to feel moth
erly kindness towards his weakness,
aud to say: "Poor fellow! he couldn't
help it, after ALL" I surveyed him.
Do looked very large and long stretch.
ed out there. 1 was but a mite of I. |
creature compared with him but little |
as was, I had brought him down at |
the first shot. 1t began to look fauoy |
to me for the first time As I thought |
Of myself bouncing out from ambush !
and striking down my quarry, I began |
to bubble al over With laughter, 80 that
l had to put down my face in my
hands snd shake my head and bite my |
lips hard to keep it from breaking out |
audibly.
"Please give me a drink" said low |
voice from the bed At that moment, |
startling me from my uutimely mirth |
with tho suddenness of Z thuaderclsp;
aud l looked up to meet two bright
brown eyes riveted on me with = very
curious expression. he kept looking At
me while l gave him what he asked
for, 30 persistently, that pang of fear
struck me tba: he recognized me Is his
foe, and was about to deoounce me.
But he only said 'Thank you, I have
new nurse, I believe"
II am Mr.. Ferguson's daughter
Frances, and l am glad to see you
better. Mr.. R,usome." Very steadily
and iunoceutly said it, Fastening te
add: ''Tae doctor s,ys you are to be-
kept quiet as possible, and not to talk"
Mr.: Ransome was apparently not
used to obeyiug doctors. He went on |
Speaking quite composedly, in spite Of
his weakened voice. !
"Was it here at this house, Miss
Ferguson, that met with this aoci-
-dent?" motioning toward his bandaged
head. II cannot feel sure of anything
since that" ..... |
"You were certainly thrown from
your horse in front Of this very house"
answered, thinking how very sure was
Of that matter. IL
"And the spparitiou which frighten.
ed my horse and mse1 I begin to re
member about that now: Who or what
was it, do you knov7" i
1t was anything but pleasant to be
cornered BY that question the first thing
"Some one opened the door suddenly
I believe )" it came out very reluct.ot-
ly. "But now you must take your
medicine, and really not speak another
word"
- And I administered the draught, and
shifted the pillows, and brushed up the
hearth, and moved hither and yon in
the room, settling d1wn 1t last upon = |
chair At some distance from the bed, 10
hopes that the subject was hustled out
from his head MOI the irrepressible
young man began .gaio, tho moment l
ceased moving about.
ut was not the door opening, I think.
Black Ranger is not disturbed by . tri
flle.. But it wss the oldest looking
creature charged out st me and such
. yell it gavel Was it . crazy person,
Miss Ferguson?
Was l gong to eat humble pie and
confess myself the creature, tho cr,zy
persen, spoken Of by this man, whose |
bright brown eyes Watching mo 80 |
steadily hid in them, I faneied, such
possibilities Of soornfal laughter : No
1 could not. |
"The person who was 50 uutor tunats
~ to startle your horse is not iusape, |
Mr.. Ransome, though she acts very
wildly and oddly sometimes. She Is /. |
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