The Louisiana cotton-boll. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], Attakapas, La.) 1872-1883, 1877-09-12
the fayer-out of bis head intirely, Miss.

the IaVer-out OF bis head intirely, Miss
II you would only aend--..-"
"Wait Mary; I'll go with you"
Throwing off her rich silk wrapper
Ellen put on a dark gray dress and ther
added close silk bonnet, with thiol
veil.
"Cone, Mary" and the two left tn,
house together.
In n low, close room, on a pallet bed
lay Mary O'BFien's lodger. The face
which lay against the coarae ticking ot
the pillow waa such az one fancies fol
that Of bis favorite poet. The hair was
dark, waving over a broad. white fore.
head the eyes were hazel, large and
full ; and the features delicate. Usually
the face was pale, but now crimson with
fever The eyes were fierce and wild.
But 6Nsn with all this, the face was
beautiful with an almost unearthly
beauty. In that poor low room Ellen
came like saving angel. She gave one
glance mt the sick mans face, then crossed
the room to his side.
Ellen said the sick man "Ellen."
He knows me-" she murmured, draw
Ing back.
But the young man moaned her name
again, and then broke forth into wild,
delirious rawlings.
Mary said Ellen, send Patrick to
me-"
Mary left the room, and Ellen turned
to the table to find paper and pencil.
She wrote hasty notes, one to her house,
keeper for pillow and sheets; and another
to DIR. Stanley, who did not guess who
was the friend that sent him 80 much
practice among the poor patients' and
saw that he was well paid.
Having dispatched Patrick with the
notes, Ellen tried to make the desolate
room seem more homelike. Lifting
from the table waistooat, something
dropped from the pocket to the floor. It
was small miniature case, open, and
painted on the ivory was ElIeu's face.
A smile gentle and pitying came to her
lips.
He did love me, then, reslly---really
love me; and would not seek me, with
the fortune-hunters who follow mel This
is the reason l have missed him no long
"Arrah, Missi here's the doctor"
"stop him, Mary; will go in here.
Remember, Mary, you don't know my
name;" aud Ellen went into another room
"a vacant one adjoining that the in
valid's. The door was aiar, and DR..
Stanley's first exclamation reached her.
Harold Have I found you at last
and in such place."
Ellen's eyes ranged over the capabilities
of the room in which she stood, saying
1t will do; it Is larger and better than
the other, but poor place at the best
The next day, when DR.. Stanley called
to see his patient, Mary O'Brien, with
pardonable pride, ushered him into the
room that had been vacant before. A soft
carpet was on the floor, and FIRE In the
CRATE, the latter shaded from the bed by
a neat screen. Soft white muslin curtains
draped the windows. The bed could
hardly be recognized with it's white pill
ows, eounterpane and sheets. A little
table stood beside the bed, with the medi
cines he had ordered, and an exquisite
goblet of cooling drink.
"The lady, ye mind, | told you Of
that stint yo to Terrence" said Mary,
"she sint all the nice things and helped
me to arrange them yesterday, and my
good man aud | moved in here to day
30 she'll find him here when she comes
It's asleep he's been for better'n two
hours.h
Two hours Harold was still sleeping,
but he soon awSke and looked with sar-
prise about him. The cold, cherries as
pect of the place was changed as If by en-
and-Harold thought he was
angel face bent over him
with plying eyes, and q smile, tender as
a loving mothers, over her darling |
child.
"Ellenl" he whispered, "Oh, that |
could die in such dreaml"
Was it a dream-that sweet voice an
,wering him.
"Hareld, you win not die; you will
i've for me. Your genius shall be reoog-
lized, your pictures sought. No more
for life, but only for fame"
And the tears fell as she spoke.
DR. Stanley, standing in the. doorway,
.eoognized the ballroom belle, the object
4 his friends long, silent, hopeless love.
Softly he glided down the stairs, for
he knew that a better medicine than he
,ould prescribe was within the patients
yrasp,
A short time after, the world said Just
o think of Ellen Marston, rich and such
belle, marrying Harold Graham, the
,oor artist :"
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