The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1877-09-07

dark. waving over a broad. white fore
head the eyes were hazel, largo and
mu and the featu1es delicate. Usually
the face was pale, but now crimson with
fever. The eyes were fierce and wild.
But even with all this, the face was
beautiful with an almost unearthly
beauty. In that poor low room Ellen
came like a saving angel. She gave one
glance at the sick man face, then crossed
the room to his side.
q" Ellen ! " said the sick man; Ellen.
'sH He knows me, she murmured, draw-
ing back.
But the young man moaned hef name
again, and then broke forth int wild,
delirious rawlings.
Mary" said Ellen, send Pairick to
me"
Mary left the room, and Ellenturned
to the table to find paper and pencil.
She wrote hasty notes, one to hefhouse-
keeper for pillow and sheets; and mother
to DR.. Stanley, who did not guss who
was the friend that sent hl1a much
practice among the poor patents and
saw that he was well paid
Having dispatched Patrics with the
notes, Ellen tried to make tie desolate
room seem more homelile Lifting
from the table a waistcoat something
dropped from the pocket to tie floor. 1t
was small miniature cast open, and
painted on the ivory was ELln's face.
A smile gentle and pitying came to her
lips.
He did love me, then, redly--really
love me; and would not seek me, with
the fortune-hunters who follow me- This
Is the reason / have missed hm so long.
''Arrah, Miss! here's the do,tor."
"Stop him, Mary; ! viii 20 in here.
Remember, Mary, you don't know my
name" and Ellen went into another room
"a vacant one adjoining tha 0 the in
yalids. The door was ajaL and DR..
Stanley's first exclamation reached her.
Harold Have - found you at last
and in such a place2'
EIlen's eyes ranged over the capabilities
of the room in which she stood, saying
1t viii do; it is larger and better than
the other, but a poor place a the best
The next day, when DR.. Stanley called
to see his patient, Mary OBfen, with a
pardonable pride, ushered hin into the
room that had been vacant befo,e. A soft
carpet was on the floor, and fire in the
CRATE, the latter shaded from he bed by
a neat screen. Soft white musin curtains
draped the windows The bed could
hardly be recognized with is white pill
ow =, counterpane and sheets. A little
table stood beside the bed, vita the medi-
cines he had ordered, and IN exquisite
goblet of cooling drink.
The lady, We mind, [ told you Of
that sint We to Terrence, said Mary,
she sint all the nice thing. and helped
me to arrange them yesterday, and my
good man and ] moved in here to-day
so she'll find him here when she comes
It's asleep he's been for better'n two
hours"
Two hours Harold was still sleeping,
but he soon awoke and looked with sur
prise about him. The cold, cheerless as
pect Of the place was changed a. if by en-
chantment; and-Harold thought he was
dreaming-an angel face bent over him
with plying eyes, and a smile, tender as
loving mothers, over her darliug
child.
ELLEN" he whispered, "Ob, that I
could die in such a dream
Was it a dream-that sweet voice an
swering him.
Harold, you viii not die; you win
live for me. Your genius shall be recog-
nized, your pictures sought. No more
struggling for life. but only for fame"
And the tears fell as she spoke.
DR.. Stanley, standing in the doorway,
recognized 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 prescribe was within the patients 5
grasp.
A short time afteS-he world said, "Just
to think of Ellen Marston, rich and such
belle, marrying Harold Graham, the
poor artist"