The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1877-12-22

Gus one.
"He always was headstrong. Don't
YOU remember how disagreeably mulish
he was when he came home from Trev-
elyan Park a couple of years ago, and re-
fused to 90 into society, even when re
came into the snug little legacy his
grandmother left him."
Santelle turned frowningly to Living
Iston.
"If you knew now it annoyed me to
hear you"
Harry arose promptly, laughing.
* All right, FL call again when you
are in better humor, Ray. Mrs San
telle, you promised to show me your
pelargoniums."
The conservatory door had barely
closed on their heels when Livingston's
levity vanished.
Mrs Stantelle, Ray is a much sicker
man than you have any idea of Can't
you see the terrible state of irritation
he has come to? Crossness and Raymond
are not ossible, as you know, and if you
will take my advice and send for doc
tor, you may save him a sickness, perhaps
his life. Send for DR.. Tremaine or Dir.
Winter, and tell which ever one takes
the case what you and | have so often
imagined-that Ray has some trouble on
his mind"
Little Mrs. Santelle was in condition
of almost helpless alarm after Mr.. Liv-
ingston had gone. -
1t had never occurred to her that Raw
was threatened with anything worse than
an influenza, and Harry Livingstone was
actually limiting at the brain trouble.
She flew back to Rays dainty little
sitting-room-things had changed SO with
Ray since he had come in for five thou
sand year-determined to tell him a
doctor must be sent for and to ask him
who he wanted.
She went in, in nervous alarm, to find
him lying, white and still on the lounge.
In the panic that emergencies always
are sure to create in nervous, loving peo-
pie, Mrs. Stantelle breathlessly ordered
her one servant-maid to go for her ply
stefan.
"Run-run to DR.. Winters, Annie.
as fast as you can, and tell him Mr..
Santelle is dying. If he's not in, 60 for
Tremaine-Hoar-anybody-o only some
one must come at once! Hurry. Annie!n
And faithful, jealous Annie tore
wildly round to find DR.. Winter out, DIR.
Iremaine out, and DR.. Hoar out.
What be goin' to do about it, and
him a-layin' as white as the piller, and
the missus crazy? don't know, Ma am,
can you tell me where there'll be another
doctor"
1t was sweet, thoughtful face Annie
had seen, and stopped to question the
/ g il
the darkest, saddest eyes Annie had ever
seen.
She smiled slightly.
Can | be of any use? If you are in
search of a physician and can find none
you are looking for you can take Inc;
know something of medicine"
Annle's eyes were sight to behold.
Always big, greenish blue and bullying,
they grew bigger, more greenish blue and
more bullying.
g You, miss! The likes of you be able
to cure himw
The lady had stepped into her phaeton
beside spruce-looking boy.
Shall | 60 or not?'
Annie gave her despairing look.
Its man sick, miss-you'd not
care, nor be afraid-up at Byzantine
place"
A silvery laugh from the charming
little rosebud mouth as she gave the boy
the order-Eglantine place.
Neither afraid nor ashamed. Pll see
what | can do for your master"
She nodded pleasantly, and the ponies
and phaeton dashed off,
/ And so it was ordered by the powers
that be that when this charming, beauti-
full lady saw Raymond Santelle raving
i'll delirium, and made such a common
sense diagnosis of the case, and gave
such practical advice to be followed till
Mrs Santelle's doctor should arrive to
take charge, in q glow Of enthusiasm
Mrs. Santelle begged her to call and see
the sick man occasionally.
With very unwarranted, uncalled-for
blushes the lady agreed to do so, and as
day after day her phaeton-Ida she said
she was-stood for an hour at the door
of No. = Byzantine place, Mrs. Santelle
and she were fighting hand-to-hand
| fight with Azrael for Raymond's sake,
until one day Aunt Amy caught the girl
i'll her arms and kissed her.
To think you have saved him. under
Gods goodness. Miss Ida can | ever
thank you? If you only knew how |
love you-and so will my boy when he
hears how much he owes you.''
Consciousness had returned to him,
and Amy had told him, as soon as she
dared, of Ida-her sweet, tender care,
her devotion, her brave, relentless war
with his idleness, her patience, her pity,
until Raymond, with a smile on his pale,
handsome face, inquired why Ida had not
been to see him since his convalescence.
/ Amy told him Ida had assured her
that her presence might disturb the pa
tent at first, but that she would see him
before long.
After the first rally Raymond went on
toward health and strength with rapid
strides, until even Ida, with glowing
cheeks and strangely-ighted eyes, de-
clared her intention of seeing him again,
and one lovely afternoon Mrs. Santelle
showed her into the dainty invalid cham
Der, little thinking the accomplishment
of an unwritten romance had come,
little thinking
Well, Raymond reached out his hand,
and the girl took it, with strange shy
ness very unusual in her ordinary man
ner.
" | am so glad to see you looking bet
ter, Mr.. Santelle."
"Ida. Miss Veldt. Is it possible? Oh,
can it be true? Miss Veldt, do YOU
know in my delirium | constantly
thought you were with me? And you
were-you weren
She smiled, then frowned demurely,
with her pretty fingers on his wrist.