The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1877-10-19

dear sake, to bear il. told myself that
would say no word against it-at least
till thou vert gone, when George could
pull II away-but can not even for one
little moment. All, my angel, wait until
am dead. and then they can draw over
me the pail. and put candles at my head
and feet, and do with me what they will
but while am yet alive can not be
treated like dead body"
Miss Betty said no further word Of
entreaty or rcmonstrance, but let the
miserable ilimsy thing fall out Of her
hands upon the floor; and having
smoothed Fiiinc's pillow, and held some
milk To her lips, and promised TO come
again i'm the morning, Miss Betty took
the woodland road home again.
II was now quite dark, and big shad-
ows seemed to threaten every step Of her
way. Her heart was heavy within her,
and her poor little feet seemed scarcely
able 10 carry even her light weight
along. What wretched, abortive at
tempt had been hers to alleviate the
misery Of poor Fi6nc II was rs the
beautiful widow had said, she had had
her labor for her pains-the beautiful,
hooking widow, who was no doubt rid
ing home through the cleaning with
the Rev. Reginald Roake.
At that very moment Miss Betty
heard the tramping of hoofs behind her,
and stopped aside to let the light-limbed
pony of the widow pass by. The basket
sides Of the phnton We're filled with
wild flowers, and the white hands Of
the minister held a bunch Of shy, sweet
forget me-nots rs blue as Miss Betty's
eyes.
The widow drew up her pony, and
bade Mise Betty get in by her side, lest
the hobgoblins of the wood should de-
your her; but the young girl stoutly re-
fused, nor would she be coaxed from
her decision.
~ am not afraid Of hobgobiins," she
said, thinking in her heart there could
be none SO greedy and rapacious a. the
beautiful widow herself
Now what is TO be done with this
obstinate childPr said the widow. The
minister had long since leaped from the
wagon and approached Miss Betty; but
she turned her back upon him, perhaps
70 hide the tears Of Indebtedness which
were falling ont Of her eyes.
..Pick her up and put her in here by
me-" said the widow ~ am myself a
little afraid of the satyrs Of the wood.
Come. child, do not be- goose and Get
jealous Of your grandmother. The gem
tleman there has gathered pretty nose
gay Of forget-me-nots for you that We're
left over from spring. We have been
looking for you far and wide, and he
has done nothing but talk Ia Inc Of his
love for you till am sick Of the refrain.
Betty turned a swift. melting glance
behind her. In twinkling the minis
ter had lifted her 10 the widows side,
and forgot to take his arm away. II
was quite dark. and the only star that
shone in the sky was that Of Venus.
They drove rapidly on, Miss Betty's
heart humping in unison with the
hoofs of the pony
81 told you" said the widow. ssyou'd
have your labor for your pains. We
stopped at Fiiine's. The poor creature
was full Of alteration for you. She call
ed upon every saint in the calendar 10
shower blessings upon your head. She
said that you had brought her some
beautiful ice and some delicious jelly,
and net that was most wonderful
II But she refused them all. !" said Miss
Betty.
"Ah, yes,' replied the widow; +. hut
George did not refuse them. He had
chopped up the ice in his milk, and had
spread all the jelly upon his bread, and
had wrapped himself up in the mosquito
netting, and lay upon tho lounge when
we entered, snoring, a. Fitine said. like
an angel. Eff nc was parched with
fever and devoured with mosquitoes,
but she declared 70 me that she was
quite comfortable and happy. do not
understand it,
But Miss Betty did. She nestled
closer to the arm about her, and lifted
her flushed and radiant face to the one
above her own.
my sweet little Samaritan" he
whispered and although the widow
could not understand the happiness Of
Fifine, it was quite clear to the heart Of
Miss Betty. Hayper's Weekly.