The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1877-05-10
MARY" said Eva, ''send Patrick TO me.

"Mary," said Eva, ''send Patrick 10 me.
" vtlt End pencil and papo.na
II Hey LEFT glse room and Ega tuned to
the table 20 iind paper anG pencil. Size
wrote two hasty notes. One twas 10 her
ih;oo;;::sssessccfos i;oo;;::sssess &C: pillows sad s ee!s ..e
othGf wns1 to- DR. Stanley, -whQ did not
eobjSctutes wilS -WaEIthe frien'dEnat ssnt
him SO much practice among poor pa
tients, and saw that the young physician
was well paid.
Having dispatched Patrick with the
notes, Eva tried TO make the desoiate
room more home.like. Lifting from the
table q waistcoat, something dropped
from the pocket 10 the floor. Sho picked
it up. 1t was small miniature case,
open; and painted on the ivory was Eva
Marston's beautiful face.
2 a sHsile. gentle Pltd1ga capae en- HheE:
lips:
me--ana would not seek me. with tho
herd of fortune-hunters who follow me
and that is the reason have missed
hiui i SdF S So long long. =-.-.s-~ --.-. -.
".Ar.ah, Hiss, here's the doctaerp'
Remember. Mary, you don't know my
nanaefs and EyGaaent into another little
room, vacant, and adjoining that of the
ihyalids. The door stood ajar, and DR..
Stanley's first exclamation after entering
reached her. lytI
I"daroldi havoI found you atlast, aud
In such a placer"
Eva's eyes ranged over the capabilities
Of the room in which she stood, and she
nodded, saying, at will do-larger and
better than the other, but poor place Mt
best"
The next day, when Dr. Stanley called
to see his patient, Mary, with Il pardona-
BILE pride, ushered him into the room that
had been vacant before. A soft carpet
was on the floor, and fire in the crate.
Soft muslin curtains snowy white, drapcd
tho window. Tie bed conld scarcely be
recognized, with it's pure white pillows,
counterpane and sheets. A little table
stood beside the bed with the medicines
the doctor had ordered, and a dccanter
.@The lady ye mind Itold yotioe that
sent ye to Terry" said Mary, "We ar.
ranged the room Yesterday, and my good
man and | moved him in to-day, she'll
find 'iiiili hero When rsiIe' cumes. It's
sound, asleep he's been for better than
Two hours later Harold was still asleep,
but then he opened his eyes. The cold,
cheerless room was changed as if by en-
chantmcnt; and Harold thought he was
ditaming) an angel face bent over him,
with pitying eyes, and o smile tender as
O mothers over her child. =
eva" he whispered. ooh, that l
could die i'll such q dream, aud never
awake to the bitter, hopeless love Let
me die now !"
| Was it q dream, that sweet, low voice
answering him?
Harold, you will not die-you will
liye-livc for mel Your genius shall be
recognized, your pictures sought. Nc
idnoEe struggling. for Life, but only fol
Efame p ~ 5SB
r { And thetears fellias she spoke. I
Dr.. Stanley, standing in tho doorway
recognized tho ballroom belle, and the
objectof his friends long-silent, hopelea.
love.
F.! Softly he glided down the stairs, for ht
| knew that q better medicine than hi
could prescribe was within tho patient.
grasp.
+. And the world said, .""Just think. O
Eva Afarston, rich, and such q belle
marrying Harold Graham, the artist
who was as poor as church mouse p