New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-06-11

despair, wisbO,hroes Of pain and terror I'M
/ spookekles there Wossbogu " her solemn
and almost einister JOY, the first ever given
| t0-that sterile soul.
When the doctor came in the evening, he
| thought he had never ssen 20 patient and
noble face; there was something in it that
went to his heart.
BE comforted," he said; "let M rely
upon the youth and strong physique Of
your husband"
The ineohersnt ngttesiDss Of biz patient
attracted tho d0ctor's attention. Sharp and
strong se ntences tell upon his ear. that ex-
cited his professional curiosity. When he
heard from Miss Turpin of the enthusiasm
and zeal Of the young student, - much a.
she dared tell him Of his defeated aspira-
tions and hopee, the good doctors eyes
kiDdled with eympathy.
Let him only get WE'LL" he said, land
We will sweep these lions ont of his path"
Miss Turpin smiled through her tears.
HE will get we'll, thanks to you," she
And to you" he added, looking around
the room with appreciation. It had been
suddenly metamOrphosed into the model of
chamber for the sick. The open fire, with
| its cheering blaze and ventilating draught;
the subdued light; the white and warm
drspery Of the bed; her own little couch
near by; pretty shadowy pictures upon the
walls tinted by her own hands-An eloquent
silence reigning over all.
ut is lucky for yonder lad" thought the
doctor, that in all this big, wretched, bar
rack the one little snuggery is bis own"
And 20 the days went by. each one
freighted 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.
tor to Miss Turpin, "he will regain con-
his bedside. l would not for the world, at
that critical moment. that Q strange faos
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
bad come the supreme moment of torture.
Now her labor, her joy, her life. were done.
stranger than her own?
"Tut, child !" said the doctor; II thought
you had more courage. There is every
hope for him. Cant you bear joy az we'll
a. 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 moment, so
happy seemed her fate, that she could die
there and then.
"Oh, DOCTOR" said she, lifting at last her
eyes to his, chow can tell youi How can
make you know! am not his wife,"
The doctor drew back c0ldly, but as her
frank, earnest eyes caught his OVID, he
could not resist the innocent pleading there.
She might be poor Magdelen even, but he
had never seen 60 childlike and yet woman
~ . creature.
"We must think of nothing now but our
least familiar and dear to him"
"Alae! no." che said; "it is strange, a.
most unknown. 1t is far better should 20
away"
Then she told the doctor all. And as she
went on to confess how she had dared shell
ter this poor neighbor of hers, without
roof to cover him, without money, without
friends, sick unto death, help ess and
alone-h0w she had dared at any risk to
the good surge0n's eyes blinked under his
shaggy brows. He put his heavy hand in
benediction upon her bowed head.
Thou good little Sam aritan," he said.
And two big. hollow, handsome eyes upon
the white bed in the corner also filed with
tears. He was so weak, this poor young
Blake, that he could scarcely help sobbing
OuCrIEuU ~ 30 tOuCuluR y 1GOry.
"Why-why." he faltered to himself, ain
little Miss Turpin's room o thou merciful
Heaven in lirtle Miss Turpin's bed! With
the cherry little fire in the CRATE to foil yon-
der biting blast, with all the little kbick.
knacks and furoelows sbOut-the little pic
lures on the walls, her bird cage at the " u
dow, and neat little medicine chest, with
lots of spoons in various doses, each spoon
with little Miss Turpin's name: and to her:
Ahrwn
my God, do 40 to me. and more also, if
desert little Miss Turpin, or let little Mis-.
Turpin desert me!'
"And now" said the sweet, sad voice of
little Miss Turpin, "take me to mis- bed side
l am fooli.bly weak: can scarcely see.
Let me look upon him just once more be-
fore go. You will take care of him now,
doctor, won't you! But let me say good
by"
The doctor, undecided, scarcely knowing
what to say, carried her to the bed
"GoOd-by, goOd-by," she said, bending
over him. her warm tears falling on his |
pale, sunken face; her hot, trembling hands |
clasping themselves together.
But suddenly two other hot, trembling |
hands seize hers in feeble grssp-the hol- |
low, sunken eyes of the student fasten
upon Miss Turpin's face with Q
hungry tenderness.
vi, N.Y. NO ooAus yUu Cou uUt ~ ITUm
here, not for the world; you see the good |
doctor has said it will not do to have q |
strange face at my bed side. Yours is the |
dearest to me in the world. love you, |
Miss Turpin. It lie, perhaps, sad fate |
offer you, but, oh! be still more generous
be my wife. l have, dear little Miss Tur-
pIn-Ob! have loved you longw
He din't say how long; he was too weak
10 talk. He didn't tell her that perhaps
ais love dated only little half hour back.
when he listened to that wondrously touch
Dg little story of hers.
What mattered il? Can not love be as
'trOng ae life and deep as the sea. howso-
,ver and when it is born! Good Dr. Haver-
haw took care of their future. 1t began
n a neat, two-story brick, with big brass
ign upon the door, to which the worthy
urgeOn drew attention enough to set the
,ot to boiling.
And now, In her stylish brougham, with
J liveried lackey at her command, with her
ustling silks and dainty laces, with her
Widest fancies more than realized, who
Ould find fault with the fate of little Miss
Weekly.
Defeated, but Defiant.
A Detroit youth of thirteen, says NJ.