, 1876-06-03

Your husband is in IA very critical .condi-
ton. II this worthy man will assist me
we will get him to bed, or only hope
is powerful sedative at once.'
The worthy man alluded to was Mr..
Shndrach, whose eyes almost left their
sockets when he found the doctor pre-
pairing 10 put his young lodger in Miss
Turpin's bed.
"Why-why," he gaspcd, hooking
over at Miss Turpin, "this won't do Will
t.'
Miss Turpin bowed her hcal. She
copld not speak, but it seemed to her
that her heart made all the noise that
was necessary. Its convulsivc throhs
moved the shawl she had thrown about
her shoulders.
Don't chatter here" said the doctor,
thinking Mr.. ShadrNch was addressing
him. Just do what bid YOU, and the
more quietly, the cttcr.
Half an hour after Mics Tarpn was
alone again, save for the body OF the
doctor that lny upon the bed. He was
helpless there, perhaps dying; his face
was strange and distorted, hia eyes half
closed. A confused, uninteligihlc MUIR
mur flowed from his lips his hands
cinchcd and unclinchcd; at times a
groan seemed wrung from his vita's.
Miss Turpin's features were pale and
haggurt, her eyes streaming with tears
Yet, in the midst of an anguish that par
took of despair with throes of pain aid
terror uuspcakablc, there was born to
her solemn and almost sinister JOY, the
first ever gwen to that sterile soul.
When the doctor came in the evening,
he thought he had never seen so patient
and noble face there was something
in it that went to his heart.
"Be comiorted," he said; "lct us
rely upon the youth and strong physique
of your husband
The incohcrcnt utterirgs Of his patient
attracted the doctors attention. sharp
and strong sentences fell upon lis ear,
that excited his professional curiosity.
When be heard from Miss Turpin of the
enthusiasm and zeal of the young stu
dent, as much as she dared tell him OF
his defeated aspirations and hopes, the
good doctors eyes kindled with sym
patby.
"Let him only get WELL he said,
"and we will sweep these lions out oil his
path
Miss Turpin' smiled through her tears.
"Te will get well, thanks to you," she
said.
And to YOU" he added, looking
around the room with appreciation. 1t
had been suddenly metamorphoscd into
the model of chamber for the sick. The
open fire, with its cheering blaze and
vcntilating draught the subdued light
the white and warm drapery Of the bed
her own little couch near hy; pretty
shadowy pictures upon the walls, tinted
BY her own hands-an eloquent silence
reigning over all.
at is lucky for yonder lad" thought
the doctor, that in all this big, wretch
ed barrack, the one little snuggcry is his
own
And so the days went by, each one
frcighted 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
doctor to Miss Turpin, he will regain
consciousness; be sure you do not leave
his bedside. would not for the world.
at that critical moment, that a strange
face should meet his own"
Miss Turpin turned pale, and stretched
ont her hands with gesture OF entreuty'
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 own9
"Tut child" !" said the doctor; ~
thought you had more courage. Thele