The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1876-11-02

Burnley, when that confounded cab
''You must not talk" I said, fighting
hard to contain myself. t'You are seri-
ously hurt"
That last was not professional, bot
there WAS grim pleasure in giving him
some pain.
''That's bad, Doctor he whispered,
''for was going down-to see my dar-
ling-she's very ILL.,
ell !" I exclaimed, starting.
eyes," he said, speaking with pain,
and I could not stop him now. Soon
sumption, they say broken heart, I
think. Some scoundrel-''
I almost dropped the lamp as I caught
his hand and gripped it, and said in a
hoarse, choking voice, for I was strug-
Cling to see the fall light.
''What do you wish me to do ?''
Telegraph, at any expense, to my
brother-in-law. Take it down, OF you'll
forget, From Christopher Anstay to John
Brand, Greenmead Burnley. Say Kate
is not to fidget. You know BEST
eyes, yes," I stammered, my hands
trembling as took out pencil and pre-
tended to write, ''Miss Kate, then," I
faltered, ''is-"
"My darling child p sobbed the poor
fellow, "and she's dying !''
He was too weak, too faint to heed
me, as with a bitter groan [ turned away
stunned-mad almost at my folly. For
l saw it all now, poor, weak, pitiful,
jealous fool that was. had seen the
girl worshipped petted and caressed by
her own father, and, without seeking or
asking any explanation, had rushed
away, leaving her to think me d scoun-
drel, nay, worse.
When [ turned once more to the mat
tress my patient had fallen asleep, and I
stood there thinking.
In a few minutes had made my plan;
then, watch in hand, impatiently wait
ed for DR.. Barker's return.
He was back to his time, and in few
words l had made my arrangements.
Doctor I said, ''you said you were
in my debt for this nights work.
"My dear sir, I'll write you check
for twenty guineas with pleasure, lie
replied.
'sPay me in this way" said, 'ssee
that the patients whose names have
written on this slip of paper are attend
ed to well for the next two days, and tell
our friend here that his message has
been seen to-.
He promised eagerly, and the next
minute I was in the street, running to
the nearest cab stand.
/ was just in time to catch the early
morning train, and half mad, half joy
Gus, sat impatiently there till the train
dropped me at Burnley, where the fly
slowly jolted me over to the Four Mile
Farm.
1t was bright, frosty morning, and
the sun glanced from the river upon the
tree, but I could think of only one thing
as I kept urging the driver on, and he
| must have thought me mad as I leaped
out and rushed into the well-known par
| lor.
'sKate !" I cried, as half blind I ran
toward a pale face lying back in an easy
chair by the fire.
l,,oI Oh I,o
same moment, and the sturdy farmer
had pinned me by the throat
eyes, all that" J. said !; ''only hear
me-"
His hands dropped as Kate uttered a
low cry and tainted.
"Quick /" L said, ''water and some
| brandy"
With low growl of rage my old pa
| tient for gout obeyed me, and in few
minutes Kate opened her eyes to look
full in mine as her head rested on my
arm.
''Have You come-to say goodbye %
she said feebly and there was such q
look of reproach in that poor worn face
that could only answer in a whisper ::
"No, no-to ask you to give and bless
| me with your love to ask you to forgive
| me for my weakness, for must have
been mad"
A deep groan made me turn my head,
to see that the farmers head was down
upon his arms, and his broad shoulders
were heaving.
ST thought you would never come
again. said Kate feebly; ''but [ never
gave up hope %