The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-07-18

1880 <<---n
lust cleared away the breakfast things,
and gone into the sitling-room. where
Dick sat. installed In the only easy-chair
the house possessed. his right hand en-
yeloped in bandages, book In his left,
and the vase of wax lowers on the table
before him, when there came q gentle
brock at the street door. The good
mother, opening il, beheld pretty
blue eyed woman, holding pretty
blue-eyed little girl, standing upon the
threshold.
"Oh, it's you, Mrs. Deming." said
the old lady, bridling,a and tluttering her
cap ribbons. "Good-morning, ma'am."
. Your son." said the young widow,
with a hesitation strangely foreign TO
her-"is he better? Has he suffered
much through the nightP"
I" His sufferings can be Of no conse-
quence to you, ma'am," returned the
old lady, sharply, in spite Of warning
+" Mother!" from the room she had just
left. "He's only mechanic, ma'am."
"He's q noble fellow!" exclaimed
Mrs. Deming, seizing the wrinkled, toll
roughened hand that was raised As
though to wave her away; "and, oh!
please don't be cross to me. ! haven't
slept all night, thinking Of him"
Mrs. Fosters face began TO relax, and
the stern look completely faded away
when little Eva, looking up with pure,
beautiful, beseeching eyes, entreated,
"Don't be cross to poor mamma"
Well, suppose the fire warn't your
fault" she said; "though how them
fireworks exploded passes my compre-
hension. There must have been some
powerful carelessness somewhere; and
it's my opinion that folks that doesn't
understand things Should let 'em alone !;
and his hands very bad, indeed; and
he won't be able TO work for q month,
just as be had the most industrious fit l
ever know'd him to have-though .
lazy boy he never was-and was earn
ing lots of money. And his hand III
have TO be dressed night and morning,
and take aboul an hour each time -"
"Oh, then can be OF use!" cried
the pretty widow, a bright smile break
ing over her face 81 am capital
nurse. Let me come every day and
dress the wounded hand. Your time,
know, is precious; and 1t is the least
can do, for it was in my service-I
mean my aunt's-that it was wound
ed
Well, that's clever, and I'm obleeged
to You; but me and Lib
Motheri" from the parlor.
Well, Richard?-
I shall be only too glad to accept
Mrs. Deming's kind offer" and Mrs.
Deming went in.
Three weeks had gone by, and the
hand was nearly well. 81 never saw
any thing heal so quickly" soliloquized
Dick, one pleasant, fragrant morning,
in q tone that implie d that he wished 1t
wouldn't. "She cant come here but
day or two longer, God bless her!-I
don't really need her now, though I
pretend do-and then Ill be nothing
to her but Dick the carpenter again.
"Dick,- chirped bird like voice,
mammals got letter from Uncle
Robert. / run in TO tell you," and little
Eva danced into the room.
"G0od heavensi" thought Dick,
turning pale, she's coming to take her
away and moment after Mrs. Dem
ing came in with the letter in her hand.
"Are you worse this morning?- she
asked, anxiously, looking At the young
fellows pale face
Yes, much WORSE" he answered,
dryly. "Eva tells me you have letter
from your brother"
:" have-at last. And he's in Paris,
and does not expect TO return TO this
country for many years. He has mar
ried beautiful French girl, and, fear,
has almost forgotten me-"
{" Your brother married and forgotten
you?" burst in Lib, poking her head in
at the door. " Well, that's nothing
strange. Brothers will marry and for
get sisters till the end Of time;- and
calling to Eva to come and see the new
ly Matched chickens, away she went
again.
"And personally resemble him, that
is, suppose, as much IS mechanic
could resemble an artist" said Dick,
with feeble attempt a. sarcasm; sbut
there theresemblance must end. 4 never
could have forgotten you"
And then they are both silent for few
moments, Dick breaking the silence at
last II am very sorry for your disap-
pointment. You had hoped TO leave this
humdrum place, where there is no one
you could care for
"No one I could care for" she re-
peated, slowly. II am not so sure Of
that; but am sure Of one thing, Rich
ard, and that Is that do not need your
sympathy. have learned to love this
pretty, quiet place"
+" You have?" shouted Dick. "Oh,
II | were not poor carpenter-if we're
an artist, physician, lawyer, any
thing PROFESSIONALISM ask you to try
and learn to love me, and stay here for
ever
"Try to learn to love yonl Why,
Dick. Won dear. splendid. darling old