Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1876-03-31

such as one fancies for that of his favor
lite poet. The hair was dark, waving
over broad, white forehead and the
deep-set eyes were hazel, large and full,
and the features delicate. Usually the
face was pale, but now it was crimson
with fever. The eyes. too, fierce and
wild. But, even with all this, it was
beautiful with an almost unearthly beau
ty. Into that poor, low room, Eva, with
her sombcr dress and radiant beauty,
came like plying angel. She gave
one glance at the invalid's face and
then crossed the room to his side.
Eva" said the sick man; Eva p
'He knows me-" she murmured,
drawing back. But the young man
moaned her name again, and then broke
forth into wild delirious rawlings.
Mary" said Eva, "scnd your boy to
me. | will find pencil and paper"
Mary left the room, and Eva turned
to the table to find paper and pencil.
She wrote two hasty notes. One was to
her housekeeper for pillows and sheets,
The other was to DR.. Stanley, who did
not conjecture who was the friend that
sent him so much practice among poor
patients, and saw that the young physi-
clan was well paid.
Having dispatched the notes, Eva
tried to make the desolate room more
homelikc Lifting from the table a
waistcoat. something dropped from the
pocket to the floor. She picked it up 1t
was small miniature case. open and
painted on the ivory was Eva Marston's
face.
A smile, gentle and plying, came on
her lip.
HE did love me, then-realy love
me-and would not seek me with the
herd of fortune-hunters who followed
me--and that is the reason | have miss
ed him for so long"
The next day, when DR.. Stanley call
ed to see his patient, Mary, with par
donable pride, ushered him into the room
that had been vacant before A soft
carpet was on the floor, and fire in the
CRATE. Soft muslin curtains, snowy white,
draped the window The bed could
scarcely be recognized, with its pure
white pillows, counterpart and sheets.
A little table stood beside the bed, with
the medicines the doctor had ordered
and dccantcr of cooling drink.
"The lady | told you of, that sent you
to Terry" said Mary. eve arranged
the room yesterday, and my good man
and moved him in to-day, SO she'll find
him here when she comes. It's asleep
he's been for better than three hours, sir. y
Two hours later Harold was still
asleep, but then he opened his eyes. The
cold, cherries room was changed, as if
by enchantment; and Harold thought
he was dreaming) an angel face bent
over him, with plying eyes, and a smile
tender as a mothers over her child.
"Eva !" he whispered ooh, that
could die in such dream, and never
awake to the bitter, hopeless love Let
me die now !"
Was it dream, that sweet low voice
answering him
Harold, you will not die you will
Twelve for me Your genius shall
be recognized, your pictures sought. No
more struggling for life, but only for
fame I" And the tears fell as she spoke.
DR.. Stanley, standing in the doorway
recognized the ballroom belle, and the
object of his friends long silent, hope
less love.
Softly he glidcd down the stairs, for
he knew that better medicine than be
could prescribe was within the patients
grasp.
And the world said: "Just think Of
Eva Marston, rich aud such a belle,
marrying Harold Graham. the artist,
who was as poor as a church mouse p