Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-04-17

now, 1 think, entirely out of danger, and
with proper precautions and brave hopeful
spirit, will be quite we'll in few weeks"
II will do my BEST said Florimond'
doctor who is that strange lady,"
"This is Mrs. Brown, your nurse. You
must thank her for getting we'll, for she has
watched by your bed, day after day, and night
after night. She is an old friend of mine
Many night have we spent in company be-
side the sick. Come here, Mrs. Brown, I
know you will be delighted to see our patient
is quite herself"
While Mrs. Brown was making acquaint'
ance with the mind contained in that body
she had tended so long, Raj ph went out and
sent in Berta. With that consideration and
delicacy of feeling which distinguished him
so emnently, he left the mother and daughter
to meet alone. Indeed, after this turning
point, he frequented the sick room much less
than formerly, paying now only the briefest
professional calls. His great desire seemed
to be to render Florimond's debt Of gratitude
as light as possible, and to make his own share
in her recovery as little conspicuous as might
be. His attempts, however, in this direction
were quite foiled by Berta, whose tongue ran
constantly to her mother in uncle Ralph's
praises. She described how She had gone in
search of him, all he had said and done on
that occasion, how he had bought that nice
furniture, and, in short, every separate incl
dent which had been treasured up by child's
tenacious love for petty details was narrated
with minute precision.
"And all these nice things, mamma" said
Berta, smacking her lips over elegant au
Charlotte glace a la vanille, (which we have
to eat, are sent by uncle Ralph's orders from
the French restaurant, not far from here. He
told me whenever wanted anything particu-
lar or you desired anything not sept, just to
order it from the servant, and it would
surely be sent"
"You must never do it, Berta-do you hear,
child ?" 1t is distressing to me to be under
such heavy obligations to any one. My dear
child, how shall we ever repay him2" And
Mrs. Ravenswood was preoccupied in thought
for the rest of the day. So much so, that the
doctor noticed it, during his usual afternoons
visit.
"Do you feel quite as we'll as you did this
morning ?" he asked, searching her face.
"Oh! yes, quite as we'll"
"Then, what is it? Has anything annoyed
you? Your spirits are oppressed?' he said,
gently. This watchful tenderness so affected
Florimond, she grew hysterical and began to
cry, which made the doctor half frantic. In
answer to many impassioned questions, she
begged him to believe there was nothing the
matter with her-"she was only nervous and
weak, and tired of confinement. If she could
only get out in the fresh air.
eyes," said Ralph, "that would make you
feel better. The surroundings here are so dis
agreeable-the air so impure Well, if you
are very good, and will not cry any more, you
may 90 to ride tomorrow into the beautiful
fresh country. Now, is not that refreshing
prospect?"
"Very," said Florimond, drying her eyes,
and making a great effort at calmness Sat-
isfed, Ralph left, promising not to forget the
ride on the morrow-as if he could! He
came; but found her by no means we'll enough
to 90. Mrs. Brown protested against it, say
ing she had spent very bad night, had cried
almost incessantly scarcely closing her eyes.
"Somethingi is bothering her mind" said
Mrs. Brown, privately, to the doctor. "She
is very melancholy, and nothing hut that con-
slant fretting has brought on such violent
headache and fever"
The next day things were even worse.
"You do not treat me kindly" said Ralph,
drawing chair beside the bed; mot as pa
tient should treat physician. There is some
thing weighing on your spirits, and you will
not tell me what it is. I am almost angry
with you"
"Oh do not say so," said Florimond. IL
could not stand that! After all your kind
ness-your goodness, which 1 can never re-
pay"
"see here" exclaimed Ralph, "is that the
thing which is troubling you" Great God
Do you not know one gentle smile from you
will repay MI for all, and more than all, | have
ever done for you? Now, l am angry, In
deed p
"Come back" said Florimond, for he had
turned away. at is not that, indeed" eve
wonder if some stories will not be forgiven in
the judgment day, when their motives are
considered) II am willing to be under obli-
cations to you, which is more than l can say
to anybody else. Forgive met is only ner-
vousness think. Give me something to quiet
my nerves and to make me sleep, and see If l
am not all right tomorrow
"Well, then, that is bargain between US,
said the doctor, writing prescription.
She was much brighter in the morning, and
the shadow was gone from her face. Florl-
mond had made up her mind, on the vexed
question which had tormented her, and felt
better threfrom. Indecision is always tor
menting, and right or wrong, when one has
settled the question definitely, it is certain
satisfaction. The next day she was pronoun-
ced able to take the ride.
"That horrible house," said Florimond,
"settling herself comfortably on the luxurious
seat, II wish 1 were saying goodbye to it
foreverW
"Well, who knows?" said the doctor, Pc
culiar smile on his face; "perhaps you are. l
did not tell you intended to bring you back
to it, did 1? Do you not think it fair, now