Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1872-07-11
early this afternoon as won can m.t. :,

w oo 81, ana my lady de-
parted. 1 pondered some time over the
character of my strange visitor, but the
more l pondered. the more convinced /
became that shew was a woman entirely out
of the common order.- She had keen
black eye. and extraordinary large per-
ceptise features; but the mouth, thin
Tipped. with sinister expression about
the corner, sug gested the idea of cruelty J; |
which idea once having taken possession
of my brain. I found it impossible to rid
myself Of
The card she had given me still held
in my hand, ''Mrs. General G. D. Waite
The name some way was familiar, and
memory brought back to me one of my
many hospital experiences. when man
by that name had been dangerously wound
ed, and after a tedious and irritating con-
valescence, had only been able to move
slowly around on crutchers. A splendid
looking man in prime of life, an excellent
friend. and gallant officer. l wondered
whether this was tue same; and with a
curiosity under the circumstances pardon
able. proceeded to the hotel
The very first person my eyes rested
upon was my friend, the General of
Chattanooga. sitting with his crutchers
beside him) on the piazza.
God bless you, my boy said he. re-
cognizing me IN moment. ''ln the
name of merciful Providence, where did
Won rain down from? This is something
{, &c thankful for. Sit down moment,
and tell me all about yourself" But be-
fore I could find voice or language, he
again interrupted. ''Oh, yes I am bet
ter than L ever expected to be. But,
Caldwell, I am the most unfortunate man 1
living. i hare a daughter, the loyeliest
creature thatsGod ever put upon the face
of the earth, and every day can see that
she grows weaker and weaker. l brought
| her ou: here hoping great deal from the
mountain air. but she is worse than ever.
L have thought about you, doctor, time
without number, and wished that you
could see her; for I remembered your
patience and skill with us poor devils and
"A smile which had very little heart in it
PLAYED around his mouth, at the recollec-
tion ofhis former experience.
Your wife called to see me this morn
ing, General, and it is at her request that
1 ana here. If your daughters case has
defied the medical skill of New York. as
your conversation indicates, I am fearful
that the disease is beyond my reach; but
however. if you wish, / will have an inter
viex.n | replied having gathered that
there had been no lack of scientific advice
or professional ability.
Z haze seen great deal of practice, tc
be sure, but, only within the last year had
I dealt at all with women, and this, al
though pleasant, was nevertheless awful
ly puzzling. E -
! We found the invalid alone. Mrs. Waite
having laid down. requesting to be called
when the doctor came Ny patient wa
lying listlessly on lounge. drawn up be
fore the open window. apparently wholly
absorbed in the mystery of clouds ane
coloring.
.Gracie. my darling. 1 have brought
gentleman to see you," said her father
tenderly bending over her.
"a gentleman, papa. Who told yo'
YOU might? Surely I am in no condition
to see company" 1 heard her reply IL
low tones.
But. Oracle, it is a very old friend o
papa's. You have heard me speak Otter
and long Of MIR. Caldwell. the gentiema'
70 whom, | owe with. Gods help tn
breath OF lifes"
..oh YES. papa. Tell him to come In
but | am so tired and advanced TO I'd
side of the lounge.
rhe general introduced US, ana l 100
beside her. with an earnest desir
that | might be of some pench' " ''0 -
fiicted family. n.
..you must excuse my not rising III
Caldwell, for am fearful that | am
,,ermed invalid but 1 hope that yo
m;,l never forget how grateful l am 10
II, ,ur kindness to papa and really doc
tor I am quite certain that never nav
Ia > nraver since his first letter to M
trom - Hospital. without ask'n
Cod to bless and keep you. My p'o
life would be very desolate wl'n0o
t papa" oe Gland
This beautiful girl. with her large' aari
nonruful eyes, and Transparent oompieA
ION. drapery white and flowing; long
brown. ripply hair, thrown gently and az
t;s,icalIy about the pillow-the oenel'
:, her back. tall and handsome, WIN .
nr.sa;on of the deepest solielsuae Q
T. .,er;o,s face. The setting sun fioode
s'o a'e west. and throwing heasy hight VI
~ this sweet picture. made me- acea'
e :" .a IT was to scenes of every descriE
lion. almost cry out with sympathy an
Won are looking at the sunset do'
II tor?''
ayes, Miss 80, If
:. What could be more beautiful II
ho,ld like to cate