Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1877-08-07


such as one fancies fer that of his fasorits
poet. The hair, was dark, waving over
broad. white forehead the eyes were hazel,
I.re~ snG full; and the features delicste.-
Usually the face was pale. but was now eriun-
son with fever The eyes were fierce and
wild. But even with this, the face vas beau
,iful with an honest uuearthly beauty. In
that poor. low room, Ellen came like saving
angel She gave one glance at the sick mans
face, then crossed the room to his side.
"EIlen - said the sick man J; EtenI'
"He knows me-" she murmured, drawing
back.
But the young man moared her name
again. aud then broke forth into wild, de-
lirious rawlings.
"Mary," said Ellen, "send Patrick to me"
Mary left the room, and Ellen turned to-
the table to find paper and pencil. She wrote
hasty notes, one to her housekeeper for pill
lows and sheets. and another tn DIR. Stanley
who did not guess who the friend was that
sent him so much practice among the poor pa
teuts, and saw that he was well paid.
Having dispatched Patrick with the two
notes Ellen tried to make the desoiste room
seem more home>hkc. Lifting from the ia
BILE waistcuat something dropped from the
pocket to the floor. 1t was q small minintnre
case, upeuS aHu PaAuNeN y" N"N '''''
lens face.
A smile, gentle and plying came to her
lips.
..He did love me, then, Ecally-really love
me and would not seek INC. with the fortune
hunters who follow me This is the reason
/ have missed him SO long"
..Arrah, miss here's the Doctor
"Stop him, Mary will go in here. Ks>
member, Mary. you don't know my name.
Ellen went into another room-a vacant
door was njsr, and DR.. Stanley's hrst ezels-
nation reached her:
Harold! Have found you at last, aud
in such place. -.
Ellsu's eyes ranged over the capabilities
of the room in which she stood, saying. 1T
will do it is larger and better than the oth-
er, but poor place at the best. :,
The next day, when DIR. Stanley called 10
see his patient, Mary o 'Brien. with pardon
able pride, ushered him into the room thar
had been vacant before. a soft carpet was
on the floor. aud fire in the crate, the lat
ter shaded from the bed by a beat screen.
Soft white muslin curtains draped the wins
dows. The bed could hardly bo recognized
with its pillows, couuterpauc aud sheets
little table stood beside the bed, with the
medicines he had ordered, an exquisite COB
let of cooling drink.
The lady. We mind, told you OF. that
sint We TO Terrence" said Mary, she sint all
the nice things and helped me to arrange
thcm yesterday and my good man and l
moved him in here to-day. so she Ill hnd him
here when she comes. It's asleep he's been
for beiter'n two hours
Two hours, Harold was still sleeping
but he soon awoke. and looked with surprise
about him. The cold, cheOrless aspect OF the
place was changed as if by enchantment
snd-HaroId thought he was dreaming-an
angel face bent over him with plying eyes.
and smile tender as loving mothers over
her darling child.
"Ellenv he whispered, "Oh, tha. could
die in such dream" !"
WAS it n dream 2" that sweet voieo an-
swered him.
Harold, you will not die you will live
for me Your genius shall be recognized,
your pictures sought. No more struggling
for life, but only for fame"
And the tears fell Us she spoke. Do.
Dr. Stanley, standing in the doorway, rec
osnizcd the ballroom belle, the object OF his
friends long, silent, hopeless love.
Softly he glided down the stairs, for he
knew that better medicine than he could
have prescribed within the patients grasp.
A short time after, the world said
sJust to think of Ellen Marston. rich and
such belle. marrying Harold Graham the
poor artist -
"IF A BoDY."-If body see body pro-
,,;,to lie ~ shnuld n hodv kick n body