The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-12-22

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| Raymond Santelle was separated from
her, by fate and the railroad, so many
miles that ever to meet again seemed
of even less likely probability than the
finding of a needle in haystack.
"But, Raymond, there is no use in
you being so obstinate about it! You
have fever, and your eyes are as CLASSY
as cats in dark cellar-aren't they,
Mrs. Santelle?'
Harry Livingston reached out to take
Raymond Santelle's hand to feel the
throbbing, irregular pulse.
''Don't be a fool, Harry! l tell you
| am not sick-at least beyond a trifiing
cold-although l won't be responsible
for an attack of brain fever if you and
Aunt Amy don't quit coddling me-"
"You see how it is, Mr.. Livingston,
can't do anything with him. He's
been just that contrary ever since he
came home the other night with chill
and | coaXed him to take hot lemon
ade.''
The little, bright-eyed old lady looked
anXiously from her boys flushed face to
Livingston half-earnest, half-mischiev-
Gus one.
HE always was headstrong, you
know. Don't you remember how disa-
greeably mulish he was when he came
home from Trevelyan Park, couple of
years ago, and refused to go into socie-
ty at all, even when he had come into
the snug little legacy his grandmother
left him?"
Santelle turned frowningly to Liv-
ingston.
eff you knew how it annoyed me to
hear you talk"
Harry arose promptly, laughing.
"All right, I'll call again when you
are in better humor, Ray. Mrs. San
telle, you promised to show me your
pelargoniums, | think?'
The conservatory door had barely
closed on their heels when Livingston's
levity vanished.
MRS. Santelle, Ray is 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 possible, as you know, and if
you will take my advice and send for a
doctor you may save him sickness,
perhaps his life. Send for DR.. Ire
maine or DR.. 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 condi-
ton of almost helpless alarm after Mr..
Livingston had gone. 1t had never oc-
CURED to her that Ray was threatened
with anything worse than an influenza,
and Harry Livingston was actually hint
ing at brain trouble! She flew back to
Ray dainty little sitting-room-things
had changed so with Ray since he had
come in for five thousand year-de-
termined to tell him 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
people, Mrs. Santelle breathlessly or
dered her one servant-maid to run for
physician.
"Run-run to DR.. Winters, Annie,
as fast as you can, and tell him Mr..
Santelle is dying. If he's not in, 90 to
Extraordinarily some
one must come at once! Hurry, Annien
And faithful, Jealous Annie tore Wild
ly round to find DR.. Winter out, Dr.
Tremaine out and DR.. Hoar out.
"What be l goin' to do about it, and
him layin' as white as the piller, and
the missus crazy? don't know. Ma am,
can you tell me where there'l be an
other doctor?n
1t was a sweet, thoughtful face Annie
had seen, and stopped to question the
owner ola daintily dressed lady, with
the darkest, saddest eyes Annie had
ever seen. She smiled brightly.
"Can | be of any use? If you are in
search of physician, and can find none
you are looking for, you can take me;
know something of medicine"
Annie's eyes were a sight to behold.
Always big, greenish blue, and bulg-
ing, they grew bigger, more greenish
blue, and more bullying.
"You, miss! The likes of you be able
to cure him?''
The lady had stepped into her phaeton
beside spruce-looking boy.
"Shall l 60, or not?''
Annie gave her despairing look.
cit s a 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. I'll
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, beau
tiful lady saw Raymond Santelle raving
in delirium, and made such common
sense diagnosis of the case, and gave
such practical advice to be followed till
Mrs, Santelle's physician should arrive
to take charge, in glow of enthusiasm,
Mrs. Santelle begged her to call and see
the sick man occasionally. With very
unwarranted, uncalled-for bushes the
lady" Ide," she said she was-agreed
to do so, and day after day the phae-
ton stood for an hour at the door of
No. - Byzantine place, and Mrs. Santelle
and she were fighting hand-to-hand
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