Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1876-09-29
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the appearance of the story, and Phil
Lushington rushing in, waving the yellow
backed magazine in his hand as though ii
were the title deeds of some vast estate to
he presently entered into possession OF by
Katie and her sisters. But the climax was
when the editors check arrived, and small
as the amount might have seemed TO
Others, it was to Katie an FL Dorsdo-ine
first fruits OF mine of inexhausuple
riches.
And Katie's luck did not desert her, Tor
vet another short story came back 10 NO.
IL. in those long, closely printed slips that
are so welcome a sight to all OF US slaves
of the pen. And at last it was agreed up
on between the two who worked so dill
gently together, while Bessie guided awk-
ward fingers over ivory difficulties, that
more ambitious work of fiction should be
uudertaken--one that, when accepted,
would make them feel like having quite
sum of money invested in the funds, OF
the bank, or some such delightful place.
So. as the Spring weather merged into
Summer heat and the London streets grew
hot and dusty. the blind spinner toiled at
her loom, and chapter after chapter was
added to fast growing pile of manuscript
But these country-bred children Oor
they were little more, indeed) began to
droop for want of fresh air and green
fields, and Bessie's anxious eyes noted
hot flush on katie's cheek OF an evening,
and strange pallor of a MOI ming, 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 iinished-hnished and post
ed, and the dear blind spinner promised
to let the loom stand still and rest awhile.
Too late too late some tiny delicate
wheel of machinery was strained, and so
the loom worked on against the spinner's
will; worked on and spun strange. aim
less. endless, unconnected fabrics; and
paler by morning. more holly red by night
grew Katie's cheek.
al have been to blame ~ cried Bessie,
passionately sef-reproachful, as she
She saw her darling droop and fade, like
some fair flower parched by drouth. But
Alice would not hear it.
Ou ulu yOul Dcsl-yOu hiN an ""
could; it is not your fault.-Oh, Katie
darling you win soon be well again.
won't you?"
And Katie smiled, and held a hand of
each in her two little ievered, burning
palms. Then Mrs. Washington. on the
strength of her matronly experience, took
the law into her own hands, and said,
'sShe must see DR.. Carboy."
So DR.. Carboy came; little quaint old
man bent in figure, and with sharp. pierre
ipg eyes that looked at you from under
shaggy brows, and were apt to make you
fancy their owner hard and stern, until
you came to know him-never a day long
err! When a patient was very poor, DIR.
Carboy had habit of forgetting ne him
self was so. Oh, yes, in this great noisy
city of ours there are hundreds of such
men-grand Christians, whose generous
goodness is only known to Him who said,
'Inasmuch as we have done it unto one of
these, ye have done it unto Me"
CONCLUDED TOMORROW.