The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1876-10-12

imagine for themselves. They may
fancy, too, the appearance of the story
and Phil Washington rushing in, waving
| the yellow backed magazine in his hand
as though it were the title deeds of some
vast estate to be presently entered into
possession of by Katie and her sisters
But the climax was when the EDITORS
cheque arrived, and small as its amount
might have seemed to others, it was to
Katie an Ell Dorado-the first fruits of q
mine of inexhaustible riches.
And Katie's luck did not desert her, for
yet another short story came back to No.
| II, in those long, closely printed slips
that are so welcome sight to all of us
slaves of the pen. And at last it was
agreed upon between the two who worked
so diligently together, while Bessie guided
awkward fingers over ivory difficulties,
that a more ambitious work of fiction
| should be undertaken-one that, when ac-
cepted, would make them feel like having
funds, OF the bank, or some such delight
full place.
So, as the spring weather merged into
hot and dusty, the blind spinner toiled at
uCl dANA NAntCSI uAlC4 CudpCCl w
added to fast growing pile of manu-
script.
But these country-bred children (for
they were little more, indeedD began to
droop for want of fresh air and green
fields, and Bessie's anxious eyes noted a
hot flush on Katie's cheek of an evening,
and strange pallor OF a morning, and
Alice spoke of her companions restless
sleep and muttered words, that showed
the active brain was still at work but
Katie, for once in her life obstinate, de-
clared there was nothing the matter, and
worked at her story day by day.
So at last, just as the dry, baking heat
grew most intense, and when the very
pavement seemed hot at your feet, the
long story was tinished-tinished, and
posted, and the dear blind spinner prom
ised to let the loom stand still and rest
awhile.
Too late! too late! Some tiny delicate
wheel in the machinery was strained, and
so the loom worked on against the spin
ner's will ; worked on and spun strange,
aimless, endless, unconnected fabrics
and paler by morning, more holly red by
night, grew Katie's check.
Il have been to blame! l have let her
work too hard!" cried Bessie, passionate
ly self-reproachful as she saw her darling
droop and fade, like some fair flower
parched by drouth. But Alice would not
hear it.
"You did your best-you did all you
could; it is not your fault. Oh, Katie,
darling, you will soon he well again,
won't yon?''
And Katie smiled, and held hand of
each in her two little fevered, burning
palms. Then Mrs. Washington, on the
strength of her matronly experience,
took the law into her own hands, and said |:
/" She must see Dr. Carboy."
So DR.. Carboy came; little quaint old
man, bent in figure, and with sharp,
piercing eyes that looked at you from un-
der shaggy brows, and were apt to make
you fancy their owner hard and stern, un-
til you came to know him-never day
longer! When a patient was very poor,
DR.. Carboy had habit Of forgetting he
himself was so. Oh, yes, in this great,
noisy city of ours there are hundreds of
such men-grand Christians, whose gen
crous goodness is only known to Him who
said: lnasmuch as ye have done it
unto one OF these, ye have done it unto
Me-"
The little doctor peered into Katie's
face, held the tiny wrist, and counted the
feeble, tluttering, unsteady pulse.
Ha-hum-ha!' said he, in his old
jerky manner. 'Quiet-rest- good food
-change-that's what we want, young
lady, Then he prescribed some simple,
cooling mixture, and went down stairs
with Bessie. 1.-The action of the heart is
very feeble" he said, looking keenly at
her troubled face. Has your sister COM
planned of any uneasiness ~
No" replied Bessie; "but she never
would complain, fear. She is often very
breathless on going up stairs or walking
fast, KNOW
"Ha-yes-just so. Well, you must be
you; rest, mind and body"
Then Bessie said, very timidly, and
holding something in her closed hand:
What am indebted to you, DR.. Car.
boy, for this visit?''
Indebted to me ?'' replied the doctor,
as though the idea was something unex-
pected "why, to do as l tell you; give
that girl her medicine regularly, and take
her away from this terribly hot hole;
that's what you've got to do"
And with this list of Bessie's obliga-
tons to himself, and looking into his hat
as if to assure himself it was a hat before
he essayed to put it on, DR.. Carboy took
himself off with a rapidity that suggested
all the Queens physicians being assem-
bled for consultation, at which he was
due!
Quiet-rest-chan 1t is no novel
verdict to be given upon the weary, the
poor, the struggling in this great city but
the means to carry out the order.
g II mnSt ha RI ono cOmahOw - Sai1 Pos
sic, her eyes raised to Phil Lushington's
face.
Who can say what the comfort of
healthful man is to woman in time of
and trouble like this? Pills
very voice and look seemed to bring COM
fort to the two troubled sisters.
He held Bessje's hand firmly and
quietly, as loving brother might have
lone. Some day he hoped to win her for
his wife, and, God helping him, to
render her life as happy as mans love and
4 mans watchful' care could do; but the
time to think of that was not yet; all he
wished for now was to comfort and help
her.
II think it might be managed" he said
at length, land without writing to this
uncle you tell me off,
"Oh, how?" cried Alice, jumping up
from the sofa, where she had flung herself
in an abandonment of sorrow. "He's a
brute is Uncle John, and just as likely to
refuse Whatwe ask as not. He hated poor
papa!'
it struck Phil that this seemed senti-
ment rather generally entertained by
those who had known that individual, but,
Of course, he did not say so.
You don't know how kind and gener-
ous literary people are among themselves;
and as you tell me the long story your sis
ter wrote is down accepted and is to begin
next week, I think-indeed, 1 am almost
if you went and told the
editor himself all about this trouble he
would give the money for the whole at
ence; and it would be enough to take her
% the sea-" I'LL. :, ~ -
Alice thought that she would like to
kiss him but reflected that perhaps it
might hardly be correct-yet. 40
Tears stood in Bessie's grave eyes, and
rs she withdrew her hand from his clasp |
he felt a little grateful pressure, that
haunted his palm all the rest Ct the day.
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