The Centre reporter. [volume] (Centre Hall, Pa.) 1871-1940, 1878-03-21

Kitty, the waitress, who. late IN the
morning, poked her head into the room
and inquired II he were ever going to get
mp
/ Get up ?" no. Not for weeks upon
weeks did Mr.. M'GoveIu rise from his
T bed. They blistored him, they poulticed
him, they dosed him, they druggcd him;
but all 20 no effect. The fever would
have its way in spite OF the whole medi.
/ pharmacopsia. First Of all. they placed
him IN the charge of q monstrous male
nurse, whom Clarence. IN his impotent
fury, mentally denominated a great
hulking brute, but without whose assis'
tance the unfortunate victim Of ms at
tentiuus could not even turn n bed.
How hs grew a. hate the horrible crea-
ture who stood over him day and night !
Even Mrs. Gihson's crsaking boots and
high pitched voice became a blessing
when, in the intervals Of her domestic
labors, she looked in upon the sufferer.
But Annie-if he could have had Annie!
Finally, in his semi-delirium he began
70 call aloud for her; and Mrs. Gibson,
whether ont OF the motherliness OF her
own heart, or because she had her own
ideas about Annie and this thriving
young dry-goods salesman-too much
cannot be expected Of landladiss with
marriageable dAughters-promised him
thar Annie should be sent for.
Al last she came; and whether the
strength Of the enemy was spent, or
whether he did not dare apply his
freezing, burning implements OF torture
in Annie's gentle presence, the demon
of rheumatism WAS exercised and peace
began 30 reign.
Mr.. MGovern began TO fancy that he
had lapsed into paradise, such was the
glory Of conyalescence. And Annie was
everywhere Once more the dust dis
appeared, and Clarence himself wit
messed the magical gestures through
which il suffered annihilatiou; he also
saw the very process by which all holes
depart from IA stocking, save the one by
which the foot enters il. Annle's fair
fingers. that only wrote poetry under
compulsion. seemed 20 luIuriate IN the
composition oi broths and soups and
jellies.
And then, while the fresh air OF the
spring. time stole in through the flowers
that Annie had placed III the window,
and Mr. M'Govern lolled upon the sofa
in all the enjoyment Of yaletudinarian
luxury, "A great strife arose IN hls mind.
He was thinking-of Annie No; of
Mrs. Gibson. Could he; could he?-
the blood Of the M'Goyerps
Bat when Annie came once more. and
her little hands were busy around his
refractory pillows, he found he could;
and he did.
Annie, Annie, l love You.
And Arabella ?"
II was a cruel blow, and the spirit OF
the invalid was reused. Excitement
began TO CLEAN in the great hollow eyes.
and he had Just time 70 elaculate. Con
found her e when Annie's hand Was
over his mouth, and Annie's soft voice
reiterated the doctors INJUNCTION 20
keep very quiet" Then. in a meek
voice, Z" Say yes; won't you, Annie p
II haven't been asked anything"
Then put your arm under my head,
and let me 60 to sleep. Ii you don't II
go into a rage, and make myself sick.
Annie did as she wAs bid.
Some two hours afterwArd, when Mr..
M'Govern condescended 10 awake, his
first distinct articulation was, "And
Annie, a-about-your-your mother ?
Annie withdrew her arm, aud began 20
look severe. " Not n wurl about
mother. There isn't such a cook in the
universe"
"No; that is true" And sandry
visions Of the days when he had an appe-
tite began 10 rise before Mr.. M'GOvern's 5
eyes. "Annie you are right. She shall
live with us.
And Annie, who had remembered what
she had suffered from Arabella, replac.
ed her arm, and, like a true woman,
answered, "Of course. - HarpeT's
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