Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1878-03-20
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Darling he said. She snatch
% ed her hands away.
"Don't," she said. 81 wish you
g wouldn't"
"But 1 love you."
81 cannot help it."
He regarded her sorrowfully
e She took up her shawl from the
grass and put it on.
at is chilly here, and late. am
going home" she said.
He walked silently at her side
out of the woods and across the
wide fields of Growers Tract
Never was a more hopeless lover
than Fennei Gould.
Through a succession of hot
days the month went out. Be-
fore it had passed, Bertrode was
taken sick-miserably i'll of fever.
She suffered wearisomely, but lit
tie could be done for her. 1t was
a slow fever which must burn out
its course. She was thirsty con-
tinually, and suddenly, in the midst
of her suffering, the spring which
had supplied her with cool water
grew dry, and all other water tasted
warm and brackish to her fevered
lips.
eff l only had some ice, mother y
she moaned.
81 know, dear, but there is no
ice in less than twenty miles,"
Too i'll to express her misery,
the poor, fevered girl fell asleep,
to dream of the old yellow Grover
Tract stage straining its way over
the heavy, sandy roads to North
boro, the only place where there
was an ice-house-there to procure
for her great, green block OF the
refreshing ice she coveted.
at will be so nice she MUIR
INJURED in her sleep. "My throat
is parched, and it will cool my
drink so deliciously!"
A cricket sang in the heated
wall and woke her. She heard the
stage coming over the hill.
"Has it come, mother" she ask
ed.
"What, dear! you are dreaming. I
Wake up, and drink some of this
lice iced lemonade"
"Ice, mother! Where did you |
get it"
"Fennel has been to Nortbboro {
or it. He's very kind to you, I
Berthe, DEAR" t
ats refreshing. How long have t
been asleep, motherl" Il
GAIL the afternoon, and | really
hink you look better, Berthe
Bertrode turned on her pillow G
nd fell asleep again. In the Il
norning she was better, but not ?
yell. The pale lips were still r
'arched-the mouth so long fever b
d, tasteless. She relished only X
he drinks, iced and cool, which '
Ter mother prepared. One day t
he said:
"How is it that that ice lasts so :" L
"Why, Fennel goes to Northboro
Dr. fresh piece every other day. s.
he weather is so warm that it u
,elts very fast" d
"But it's haying time. How can a
e be spared ~ o
"He goes at night after eight 81
clock. l don't see how he can do 81
when he works in the field until a.
Q is ready to drop" u
Bertrode, bolstered up in bed, Ia
ut silent awhile. u
"Fennels very kind" she said, L
t last; but l don't like to be sick, L
nd tax people So"
The next day Bertrode was
'verish again. Nothing passed -,
er parched lips but a yellow u
each, a rareripe, that was a won u
er to the neighborhood. %
"Where did it come from, moth 81
rp g
"Fennel brought it," lie
The next morning when she r'
woke, gust of spicy GOODNESS
hiffed into her face.
"What is that I" she cried, start
lg up. y
Just pitcher Of sprays from
lie scrub oaks of the lowlands, N
leir tender pendan. acorns swing 10
'g among the glossy leaves al
ranches of bayberry, sweet fern,
nd a handful of checkerberry az
liked with swamp heliotrope,
nd wild asters, all dripping with o'
orning dew. W
"Ob, mother bring it closer ~
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