The Van Buren press., 1875-08-24

MISCELLANY.
The Invalid.

Evelyn Rossitur sat beside an open
window in II small cottage home. waiting
for the return of her lover, who had gone
from the village, seven years before, to
make his fortune 1t was jpsl bcfore sun
set, and the sultry heat OF an August day
held every leaf -aot,e"'~~"' 80. .he
nar,.hoJ ao.sn and flowers pleaded for
min ret Evelyn wore dress or warm
casnmere, and wrapped about her was a
shawl Of finest Shetland wool Her face,
thin and snnken, WAS deathly pale, save
where hectic flash stained her cheek.
Her eyes large and intensely blue, were
unnatusallv brilliant; and her hair, soft,
thick and glossy, hung in long ringlets
around her face. She held one Of these
in her wasted fingers, mourningly touch
ing it
Bessie she said softly-and at her
call, girl Of seventeen came to her side
- Bessie it was a strange vanity, was it
not, that made me curl my hair, to night ?
wanted Louis to see me as | was, when
be left me. But only lock more shast-
" than ever.
Bessie bent caressngly over her cousin
pressing soft kiss upon her lips qniver-
ing with emotion
He can scarcely expect to end you
entirely unchanged in seven years, Eve
lyn, she said, gently. You will regain
your beauty with your health, now Louis
has come.
Never, Bessie, he has come to see me
die, to bid me long farewell. 1t is ia,
tality.
'ltis nothing Of the sort said Bessie,
it is Imagination
Bessie, you cannot mean that l am
not sick p
No, do not mean that
And with consumption, the fatal dis
ease that has taken my parents, two bro.
Tiers and only sister to the church yard
Look at me, Bessie am not twenty
five, and | look fifty. Louis cannot love
such wasted shadow of his Evelyn
Louis will make YOU Young again.
prophesy it, said Bessie, brightly, but
must GO for some extras for the tea for
Louis. He will soon be here, now, dear
Evelyn
Can't Martha go?
NO; l VIII not nc IOnm.
She went, rs she spoke, into an adjoin.
ing room, and put on coquetish little
straw hat.
Her errand was soon done; but instead
of turning her steps homeward, she went
to the station whore the train was nearly
due. 1t came in, as she climbed the wood
Ell steps, and one passenger alighted.
n l. 4 H.
thirty, with a handsome face. and an ex
preston of eager haste. He was rapid
y striding across the platform, when Bes-
sic put little white hand upon his arm.
Mr.. Dalton she said.
That is my name he replied, courtc.
ously raising his hat,
| am Bessie Rosstur, she said.
have outraged all the proprieties by som
ing to meet you. and am about to ask
you to outrage them still more, by sitting
here with me few minutes
Her earnest face belied her light words
and Louis Dalton at once followed her to
the narrow wooden bench upon the plat
form. They were utterly alone, the sta
ton living outside of the village.
Il have come for Evelvn's sake Bes
sic said. If you had sent us any address
when you wrote you were coming home
/ should have written to you. As ] could
not do that, | have come to meet you
You have heard of the terrible fatality
in Evelyn house in the last sevcu years Z
Yes
Evelyn fanccs herself dying of the
same disease that left her alone in the
world. | want you to save her life. 1or
may think that | am but presnmin4
child when tell you do not agree Will
the doctor about my cousin; but low
] her very dearly, and love has made MI