The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1878-01-11

oiten lmaSineu-that Kay has some
trouble or his mind"
Little Mrs. Santelle was in condi-
ton Of almost helpless alarm after Mr..
Livingston had gone. Ii had never oc-
Cured TO her that Ray was threatened
with any thing worse than an influenza,
and Harry Livingston was actually hint
ing at the brain trouble. She flew back
10 Rays dainty little sitting-room-
things had changed so with Ray since
he had come in for five thousand year
determined to tell him doctor must
be sent for to ask him who he wanted.
She went in, In nervous alarm. 10 find
him lying, white and still, on the lounge.
In the panic that emergencies always
are sure 10 create in nervous, loving peo-
pie, Mrs. Santelle breathlessly ordered
her one servant-maid for her physician.
'sRun--run to DIR. Winters, Annie,
tellc is dying. Ii he's not in, 90 for
Tremaine-H oa~-any body-only some
one must come at once! Hurry, Anniel"
And faithful, Jealous Annie tore Wild
ly round to find DR.. Winter out, DIR.
Tremaine out, and DR.. Hoar out.
what be goin' to do about il, and
him a-layin' rs white as the piller, and
the missus crazyP don't know.
Ma'am, can you tell me where there'll
be another doctorPr
1t was 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 slightly.
Can be Of any useP II you are in
search Of physician and can find none
you are looking for you can take me; /
know something of medicine
Armies eyes were a sight to behold.
Always big, greenish blue and bullying,
they grew bigger. more greenish blue
and more bullying.
You, miss The likes of you be able
to cure himl'
The lady had stepped into her phaeton
beside spruce-looking boy.
"Shall 90 or not?"
Annie gave her dcspairing look.
sslt's 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-Egiantine Place.
= Neither afraid nor ashamed. I'll
see what can do for your MASTER
She nodded pleasantly, and the ponies
and phaeton dashed of.
And so il was ordered by the powers
that be that when this charming, beau
tiful lady saw Raymond Santelle raying
in delirium, and made such common
sense diagnosis Of the case, and gave
such practical advice to be followed un- K
til Mrs. Santelle's physician should ar
rive to take charge, in glow Of enthu-
siasm Mrs. Santelle begged her TO call
and see the sick man occasionally.
With very unwarranted, uncalled-for \
bushes the lady agreed to do SO, and as
day after day her phmton--" Ide- 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 in her arms and kissed her ar
IDENTIFY.
= To think you have saved him under
Gods goodness Miss ide, can ever
thank you enough? II you only knew
how | love you--and so will nv bov
when be knows how much he owes
YOU
Consciousness had returned TO the
sick man, and Amy had told him, as
soon as she dared, Of lde--hcr sweet.
tender skill, her devotion, her brave,
relentless war with his illness, her pa
tience, her pity, until Raymond. with
smile on his pale, handsome face, asked
Why iIa had ha.s. 49, rs..
his convalescence.
Amy told him Ide 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 Ide, with glowing
cheeks and strangely lighted eyes, de-
slared her intention of seeing him again,
md one lovely afternoon Mrs. Saniclle
showed her into the dainty invalid {
chamber, little thinking the accomplish {
nentof an unwrittcn romance had come.
title thinking
Well, Raymond reached out his hand.
ind the girl took it, with strange !
hyness very unusual in her ordinary
manner.
II am 50 glad to see you looking bet ! J
er, Mr.. Santelle."
Idap Miss veldtl Is il possiblcp !.
Oh, can il be truep Miss veldt, do Won !,
NOW in my delirium / constantly
bought you were with me? And YOU !
vere-you werelf
She smiled, then frowned demurely, 9
With her pretty fingers on his wrist. \
can not permit you 10 become 50 \
xcited, Mr. Santelle. Yes, I. Ida 9
'eldt, who abbreviated nv name on the 1,
impulse ofthc moment, when saw who Y
nv patient was, because - =