The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-04-01

ne1ghbors, poor or not TO visit, now ana
then, at the hospital and the county house,
and do what her hand found to do. She
made no fuss, and laid down no rules, and
was under no ecclesiastical "direction" in
particular but am inclined to think she
was as useful and far more agreeable, than
II she had made herself hideous in poke
bonnet, and committed mental suicide.
When her holiday was over that summer,
she came home, and settled quietly down
to her work.
She was busy at her desk, one day in
October, when a carriage drove rapidly up
the street, and stopped at the door, and
Dick Bush jumped huriedly out, and rang
the bell. Emily went to the door herself,
upon which Dicks hurry seemed suddenly
to subsde and when ne came into the
parlor he appeared to find great difficulty
in expressing himself, and Emily, greatly
wondering, asked after his friend Mr.
Millburn.
Dicks tongue was loosed.
"Oh, Miss May" he said, with shak
ing voice, Evert is dying"
"Where How ?'' said Emily, startled,
and sincerely sorry
Now Dick had been rather melodramat-
ically inclined, He had meant to act like
a hero of lady's novel, and administer
severely infexible reproof to the woman
who had trihed with Evert but in Miss
Mays presence he found this plan imprac-
ticable, and wisely refrained.
"He went out shooting with q fool of a
boy, and he, the boy, fired wild, and Evert
was badly hurt, and fever set in and oh !
Miss May he keeps asking for you, and he
won't be quiet ; and the doctor said, if you
could you ought to come, for it might
make difference. There's his note. and
Mrs. Millburn's."
The doctor wrote, succinctly, that, con-
sidering the state of the case, Miss Mays
presence might possibly keep the patient
queter, which was all important. Mrs.
Millburn's note was an incoherent blotted
epistle, begging this unknown young lady
to come and save her boy.
Emily could not refuse her mother hur-
ried her off, and in two hours she was
seated beside Dick, on her way to Spring
field. Her reflections were not pleasant.
Every one would talk, and suppose there
was romance. ELY st. John would be
sure to know about it, and ELY was such a
little chatter-box and to try to make a
mystery of the matter would be still worse.
Then she said " nothing to wear" And
how should she get along with Evert's
mother and sister? And who would take
the Bible class on Sunday? And what
was to become of her little book promised
for "the spring trade?'
: 81 dare say its all nonsense his wanting
/, me-" she thought. "People never mean
what they say in fever. l remember Pat
Murphy insisting that he would have a
hippopotamus "handy in the house !" and
) if Mr. Millburn comes to himself, how hor-
iible embarrassing it will be p
On the whole, Miss Mays feelings were
rather those of vexation than of romance
They rode all night and when Emily
D reached the door Of the handsome old
fashioned house in Springfield, she was
: conscious of Choking like fright" and
= wished herself anywhere else.
G The door was no sooner opened than SHE
9 was embraced by little old lady in black
and pretty girl in an elegant morning
G dress. Both were in tears, and had evi
IDENTIFY been for some time on the verge o
l Mysteries; and Emily at once set them dowI
as "the sort of women who are never o
t any use."
y "0h, my dear 1t is SO good of you s.
very good of you !" said Mrs. Millburn.
o ~ am sure you will be his guardian
e angel" said sentimental Hatty.
% "Not at all. Mr.. Millburn and wer
h very good friends, and shall be very gla'
10 if can do him any good" said Emily, il
N very matter-of-course tone and then tn
k doctor made his appearance, and begge
n her to come up stairs.
"If he could be kept quiet, there nigh
e, be chance for him." said the doctor
" "but so much depends on nursing"-anC
I'd the doctor ended with an expressive silence
l. Evert was moaning and sobbing, and beg
in ging that some one would send Emily Ma
with "one drop of water"
ie The nurse, who, to Emily's critical eye
re looked anything but capable, was fussin
y, over him in a way that was enough in il
r. self to drive sane person mad. Emil
poured out a goblet of water with stead
n hand, and as the ice tinkled against tn