St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1878-06-21
Is it. the doctor said she, eagerly.
No, said Hetty but it's the doctors

= No, said Hetty iouts lVs etne uoosoA
daughter.
Lords sake alive! said the woman,
despairingly !; what good can you do,
and him so mortal badY
"A great deal, said Hetty. Let me
come in, if you please. understand
mv fathers treatment, and have some
medicine.
AZ this the woman stood back, mo-
tioning toward the stairway, and Hetty
ran up and entered the sick room with
a confidence born of her wOmanly cour-
age and kindness. =.
But it was no Graded babe or plump
four year old who lay there. Dakin's
boy was sone-aBd-twenty at the very
least, pale and handsome, with closed
eyes, and face set as If IN mortar paih'
as it lay on its pillow.
lit isn't the Group, then said she,
clasping one of the little bottles in her
hand.
It's quinsy, said one of the attend
ants; and it's fatal case, Pm think
ing.
And little Hetty, all her bravery ooz
ing out, like Bob Acres courage, at her
fingers ends, sat down behind the door,
and began to cry.
The sick man opened his eyes-large
and soft and dark they were, with long
lashes-and asked family: 5
Who is that?
Hetty rose and came forward.
It's me, the doctors daughter, said
she. Thought it was little boy with
the Group, and
Don't cry, said he gently, it will soon
be over.
And he closed his eyes again, while
Door Hetty cried harder than ever. An
incipient case of Group she thought she
could manage, but quinsy was entirely
beyond the range of her capacities. She
had never been in death chamber be-
fore, and the hours and solemnlty OF
the scene impressed her with a sense of
vague terror.
Just then a brisk, heavy footstep
sprang up the stairs, two at time.
There was stir and cOmmOtion in the
room.
Oh, thank Heavens cried Hetty, it's
papa.
Doctor Wallis it was. Released earlier
than he expected from the other sick
bed, he had returned home and learned
from his elder daughter Hetty's errand
and here he was, flushed and breath
less from the haste he had made.
An hour later he came down to where
Hetty sat on the lowest stair, pale and
anxious.
Papa, said she, how is he?
Better, my dear. Doing well. But
it was an even chance between death
e. G., m
going home now. DObbin is at the
door.
Hetty climbed silently into the chaise
and nestled down by her fathers side.
Papa, said she, presently, was very
foolish to come here?
No, my dear, you are very kind
hearted. But you see there is some
difference between simple case of
Group and malignant quinsy.
Dakin's boy recovered with marvel
Gus celebrity, and the first place he
visited on his convalescence was Doctor
Wallis house, to thank the doctors
black eyed daughter for coming to see
him on that stormy night.
| wish | was a little chap with the
Group, said he, laughing, to put myself
under your professional care.
What nonsense said Hetty, turning
very red.
But indeed, | shall never forget the
pitying look in your kind eyes, said
Hector Dakin, gently. Itseemed some
how to draw me back to life.
And by the time that Dakin's boy
was quite recovered, he had gotten into
the way of spending his time at Doctor
Wallis that seemed decidedly chronic
and no one was very much surprised
when he became engaged to the doctors
daughter. -...
It's very strange, though, said Sibyl
fretfully, that the only eligible and de-
cent looking man within ten miles
should fall in love with our brown little
Hetty.
don't think it is strange at all, said
Doctor Wallis, dryly.