The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1877-08-03

hard to contain myself. You are Sc
riously hurt"
That last was not professional, bu
there was grim pleasure in giving hin
some pain. 2 81.
That's bad, Doctor" he whispered
@for was going down-tO see my dar
ing-she' very ILL.,
I'LL" exclaimed, starting.
yes" he said, speaking with pain, ant
L could not stop him now. "Consump
ton, they say; broken heart, | think
Some scoundrel-"
almost dropped the lamp as / caugh
his hand and gripped it, and said in
hoarse, choking voice, for | was strug
Cling to see the full light.
What do you wish me to do2"
Telegraph, at my expense, to m,
brother-in-law Take it down, or you'll
forget. From Christopher Anstey t.
John Brand, Greenmead, Burnley. Say
Kate is not to fidget. You know best.
"Yes, yes" / stammered, my hand.
trembled as took out pencil and pre-
tended to write. Miss Kate, then,,'
faltered, is"
My darling child" sobbed the pool
fellow; "and she's dying"
He was too weak, too faint, to heed
me, as with bitter groan I turned
pway atunned-mad almost at my folly
For | saw it all now, poor, weak, pitiful
jealous fool thas was. had seen the
girl worshiped petted and caressed by
her own father, and, without seeking or
asking an explanation, l had rushed
away, leaving her to think me a scoun
drel-nay worse.
When turned once more to the mat
tress my patient had fallen asleep, and l
stood there thinking.
In few moments | had made my
plans; then, watch in hand, l impatiently
waited for DIR Barker's return.
He was back to his time, and in q
few words I had made my arrange
ments.
"Dootof," l said, "you said you we're
in my debt for this nights work"
"My dear sir, I'll write you a check
for twenty guineas with pleasure" he
replied.
PAY me in this way" I said; "see that
these patients whose names have writ
ten on this slip of paper are attended 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 | was in the street, running to
the nearest cab stand.
/ was just in time to catch the early
morning train, and half mad half joyous,
/ sat impatiently there till the train
dropped me at Burnley, where the fly
slowly jolted me over to the Four-mile
Farm.
1t was a bright, clear, frosty morning,
and the sun glanced from the river up
on the trees, but could think only OF
one thing as kept urging the driver on,
and he must have thought me mad as l
leapt out and rushed into the well known
parlor.
Kate cried, as half blind / ran
toward pale face lying back in an easy
chair by the fire.
You scoundrel" was roared at the
same moment, and the sturdy farmer
had pined me by the throat.
"Yes, all that l said; "only hear me.
His hands dropped as Kate uttered a
low cry and tainted.
Quick; / said; water and some
brandy"
With low growl of rage my old pa
tient for gout obeyed me, and in a few
minutes Kate opened her eyes to look
full in mine rs her head rested on my
arm.
"Have you come-to say good-by?'
she said, feebly; and there was such q
look Of reproach in the poor, worn face
that could only answer in a whisper
No. no-to ask you to give and bless
me wi h yO';r love; to ask you to forgive
me for my cruel 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
we're heaving.
Il thought you would never come
again." SAID Kate, feebly; "but | never
gave up hopes