Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1873-11-06

think I see now the patient smile on
her wan face as she said:
| Gods will be done. l suppose it is
sor some good, since He wills it. l am
glad He has taken my mother into his
care, now mine is useless any more"
wonder could any onlooker count up
the amount of good done by that help
less woman during the eighteen years
she lay on her sofa in the little parlor at
Caroline Place? ,E ste, sEl
Fain would have made her my wife,
when thought the first sharpness of her
sorrow had come to wear off, but l
never got my prayer uttered. She di-
vined what l was going to say, and stop
ped me by q word whose exceeding gen.
tleness only added force to its decision.
1t was then knew that her life was to be
sacred to the memory of the man who
was to have been her husband, and
whose desertion had made him dead to
her as though she were his widow in
deed.
The justice of this world generally re-
CARDS Tilted women with sort of scorn-
full pity, nearly allied to contempt. Miss
'Gurney's misfortune seemed to procure
uCI CNCu a ldiECI oHuIC Vi tllCCIiOHdtC IC-
spect than had ever been her lot. -
Her couch was drawn into the window
where stood her workable and flower
out on the high dead wall of the Found
ing in the ratings outside it, When l
pitied her on the dullness of her prospect,
however, she only smiled and SAID: a
NWhv, noy uyofch n 1aayac hy,rctipU
into green, and turning to gold as the
year goes round, and l hear the birds
singing in the branches, and the laughter
of the children at play in the Founding
grounds. You must not abuse my win.
dow, Dr. Elliott"
Also, when pressed to move her home
to pleasanter locality, she always gave
the same answer:
Cali the happiness of my life has been
bound up in this little house. 1t would
be very ungrateful to leave it for another
because the happiness has gone away be-
fore me-" And SO Miss Quincy held her
ground from girlhood to womanhood,
never stirring. Wealth came to her
through the death of relation, and she
spent it freely on the poor who had so
long blessed her name; and the poor
came to her now that she could no longer
go TO them; children TO be taught, maid
ems to be counseled, widows to be COM
forted, orphans to be cared for-all came
to Miss Quincy, and went away happier
and better for her gentle ministration.
That little sofa in the window was the
Jordan wnere many destitute wretch
was healed from want and misery and sin.
Ay, sin, for none were too deprayed or too
guilty to be reached by Miss Gurney's
mercy. The rector was her guide, l her
prime minister; and between us, as the
years went on, we provided her with work
enough to do and to spare.
Sometimes | feared she was wearing
herself out; but one could not see the
white wistful face, and wasted form in lis
long black dress, without feeling that any
work would be blessed which led her to
the home for which her bruised spirit
craved
That home was reached at last
Nearly twenty years had passed from
the day Of that fatal letter, when i was
called to attend an invalid nobleman at
the West End He had been i'll for some
time; but crisis in the disease had come
on, and the family surgeon called in my
assistance to his noble patient
The first day l went was received by
young and very pretty girl, whom | i'm
agined TO be my patients daughter until
she introduced herself as Lady Scarsdale,
and then, though the name struck me
painfully, never guessed at its belonging
to any one but some distant relation Of the
young lieutenant Of former days, till on
being taken to the sufferers bedside, |
Mt in thu tarp lnnk inD
bearded man the individual of all others
whom l most despised.
He did not recognize me at all. From
thin, pale, fair-haired man, had grown
into burly, bald -headed, gray -whiskcred
old fellow, as unlike my former self as
possible; and as for my name, that was
too common to attract attention.
1t was not pleasant for me to be attend
ing Lord Scarsdale; but he was in very
bad way, and had consented to give my
services before knew who required
them; besides, the illness under which he
labored was supposed to be my specially,
so could not in conscience throw up the
case. }iHHlg.
You may be sure / said no word to Miss
Quincy of my new patient.
| soon found out that Lord Scarsdale's
home was anything but a happy one. He
had married thus late in life young and
giddy girl, whom he loved warmly, but
with Jealous, moody, exacting affection,
which rather repealed that attracted its
object.
She had indeed fallen in love with him
for the name of his past conquests, and
for the fascination Of manner he still re-
tanned; but the marriage had turned out
worse than i'll. He had drunk out pleas
ure TO the dregs, and now only wanted
rest and quiet for the remainder Of his life.
She was beginning hers, wilful as child,
restless as kitten, and desperately fond
of love and admiration.
OF course he was furiously jealous; men
who have been false and tickle all their
lives never believe in the fidelity Of 9th
ers; and in consequence he made himself
so disagreeable to his young wife, that she
took to flirting in real earnest; and at the
time was called in, "Scarsdale's jealousy
and his wifes beauty and frivolty" had
become by-word with the inhabitants OF
Belgravia, male and female. Some one
else had become by-word, too, In con-
nection with Lady Scarsdale, and that was
a certain Captain Swinburn, of the Tenth
Royals, who came TO the house pretty well