The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1876-04-01
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1t was not hunger that tortured him it W,

more.
'Do not be afraid to give the patient
water" he murmured, eagerly. "ln cases
of febrile debility they sometimes suffer
suffer, recommend, by all means, water
water-water y. Then he fell back with
a groan of agony.
Miss Turpin ran out of the room and
down the stairs pounded on the door of
the German tailor below, who, with his
wife and five children, were enjoying in
sleep the only immunity granted them from
endless labor and toll babe him fly for the
best doctor IN the neighborhood ran up
the stairs again like deer, and found DR..
Blake inscnsihle, his head thrown back up
on the chair, his eyes half closed, his ster-
torous breathing audible in the corridor be-
low.
The little German returned with the very
best medical aid in the vicinity, even that
of the eminent DR.. Havershaw himself.
All this fuss and confusion had aroused
Mr. Shadrach, who followed them up the
stairs and protruded his long, hairy chin
in the doorway.
at is perhaps, best that you should
know, madam" said the surgeon to little
Miss Turpin, that it Is doubtful case.
Your husband is in very critical condi-
ton. If this worthy man will assist me,
powerful sedative at once"
The worthy man alluded to was Mr..
Shadrach, vhose eyes almost left their
sockets when he found the doctor prepar-
ing to put his young lodger in Miss Tur-
pins bed
"Why-why," he gasped looking over
at Miss Turpin, "this won't do, will it 7"
Miss Turpin bowed her head. She could
not speak, bat it seemed to her that her
heart made all the noise that was necessary.
Its convulsve throbs novelette, shawl she
had thrown about her shoulders.
"Don't chatter here" said the doctor,
thinking Mr. Shadrach was addressing him.
"Just do what l bid you, and the moro
quietly, the better"
Half an hour after, Miss Turpin was
alone again, save for the body of tue doc
tor that lay upon the bed. He was help
less there, perhaps dying his face was
strange and distorted, his eyes half closed.
A confused, unintelligible murmur flowed
from his lips his hands clinched and I'M
clinched at times groan seemed wrung
from his vitals
Miss Turpin's features werepale and bag
gard, her eyes streaming with tears. Yet,
in the midst of an anguish that partook of
despair, with throes of pain and terror I'M
speakable, there was born to her a solemn
and almost sinister joy, the first eyer given
to that sterile soul.
When the doctor came in the evening,
he thought he had never seen so patient
and noble a face; there was something In
it that went to his heart.
'Be comforted,' he said ''let us rely
upon the youth and strong physique of
your husband"
The ipc0herent mutterings of his patient
attracted the doctors attention. Sharp and
strong sentences fell upon his ear, that cx-
cited his professional curiosity When he
heard from Miss Turpin of the enthusiasm
and zeal Of the young student, as much as
she dared tell him of his defeated aspira-
lindled with sympathy.
'Let him only get well, he said, ''and
we will sweep these lions out of his path. !"
Miss Turpin smiled through her Tears.
HE will get well, thanks to you," she
said.
"And to you" he added, looking around
the room with appreciation. 1t had been
suddenly metamorphosed into the model of
u chamber for the sick. The open fire,
with its cheering blaze and ventilating
draught the subdued light ; the white and
warm drapery of the bed her own little
couch near by pretty shadowy pictures
upon the walls tinted by her own hands
an eloquent silence regning over all.
SIT is lucky for yonder lad" thought the
doctor, 'that in all this big. wretched bar
rack the one little snuggery is his own"
And so the days went by, each one
freghted with hope and fear. There came
one at last upon which rested the life or
death of the young student.
''Some time this evening"" said the doc
t,Nrt tn nprni, ha will
seriousness be sure that you do not leave
his bedside ! would not for the world,
at that critical moment, that strange face
should meet his own"
Miss Turpin turned pale, and stretched
out her hands with gesture of entreaty.
Then she slipped from her chair to her
knees, and from thence to the floor. Now
had come the supreme moment of torture.
Now her labor, her joy, her life, were
done.
A strange face What face could be
stranger than her own?
Tut, child !" said the doctor; 81
every hope for him. him" Can't Gn't' You bear 10y
as you have sorrow? only want that he
shall first see the face of his wife, the dear
est to him in the world"
He put down his hands to her, but still
she hid her face from his. Her whole
frame trembled. She wished at that mo-
ment, so happy seemed her fate, that she
could die there and then.
sob, DOCTOR" said she, lifting at last her
eyes to his, show can l tell you how can
make you know? am not his wife !"
The doctor drew back coldly but as her
frank, earnest eyes caught his own, he
could not resist the innocent pleading
there. She might be poor Magdalen
even, but he had never seen SO child-like
and yet womanlY creature.
''We must think of nothing now but our
patient" he said, gently ''your face is at
least familiar and dear to him.
"Alas no" she said sit is strange, al
most unknown. 1t is far better | should
go away"
Then she told the doctor all. And as
she went on to confess how she had dared
shelter this poor neighbor of hers, without
roof to cover him, without money, with
out friends, sick unto death, helpless and
alone--how she had dared at any risk to
shelter him aud to nurse him back to life
the good surgeons eyes blinked under
his shaggy brows. He put his heavy hand
in benediction upon her bowed head
"Thou good little Samaritan !" he said
And two, big, hollow, handsome eyes
upon the white bed in the corner also filled
with tears. He was SO weak, this poor
young Blake, that he could scarcely help
sobbing outright at so touching story.
"Why-why," he faltered to himself,
Sin little Miss Turpin's room thou
merciful Heaven in little Miss Turpins
bed With the CHEEKY little fire in the CRATE
to foil yonder biting Llast, with all the little
knlck-knscks and furbelows about-the
little pictures on the wall, her bird-cage
at the window, and neat little me 1icine-
stand, with lots of spoons in varons doses,
each spoon with little Miss Turpin's name
and to her, then, under Heaven, l owe my
life All, may God do so to me, and more
also if desert little Miss Turpin, or let
little Miss Turpin desert me !"
"And now," said the sweet, sad voice of
little Miss Turpin, "take me TO his bedside.
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