Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-09-27

lite poet. The hair was dark, waving
over a broad, white forehead, and the
deep-set eyes were hazel, large, and full;
and the features delicate.
Usually the face was pale, but now it
was crimson with fever; the eyes, too,
were fierce and wild. But, even with all
this, that face was beautiful with an al
most unearthly beauty.
Into that poor, low room, Eva, with
her sOmber dress and radiant beauty,
came like a plying angel. She gave one
glance at the invalid's face, and then
crossed the room to his side.
eva" said the sick man, "EvaW
ole knows me-" she murmured, draw
ing back.
But the young man moaned her name
again, and then broke forth in wild, de-
lirious rawlings.
"Mary," said Eva, "scnd Patrick to
me. l will find pencil and paper.
Mary left the room, and Eva turning
to the table to find paper and pencil.
She wrote two hasty notes. One was
to herhousckceper, forpillowsand sheets;
the other was to DR.. Stanley, who did
not conjecture who was the friend that
sent him so much practice among poor
patients, and saw that the young physi-
clan was well paid.
Having dispatched Patrick with the
notes. Eva tried to make the desolate
place home-like. Lifting from the table
a waistcoast something dropped from
the pocket to the floor
She picked it up. 1t was a miniature
case, open; and painted Oh heivory was
Eva Marston's beautiful face.
A smile gentle and plying, came on
her lip.
"He did love me, thcn-really love me
and would not seek me with the herd
of fortune hunters who follow me, and
that is the reason have missed him fol
40 long"
"Arrah, miss, here's the docther."
"Stop him, Mary; will go in here
Remember, Mary, you don't know my
namew and Eva went into another little
room vacant, and adjoining that of the
invalid's. The door stood ajar, and DR.
Stanlcy's first exclamation after enter
ing reached her.
Harold have l found you at last
and in such place :"
Eva's eyes ranged over tho capabil
ties of the room in which she stood, ant
nodded, saying:
at will do-larger and better than thu
other, but a poor place at best"
The next day, when DR.. Stanley calico
to see his patient, Mary, with pardonabl'
pride, ushered him into the room thai
had been vacant before. A soft carpet
was on the floor, and a fire in the crate
Soft muslin curtains, snowy white, drap
ed the window. The bed could scarcel!
be recognized, with its pure, white pill
lows, counterpart and sheets. A little
table stood beside the bed, with til,
medicines the doctor had ordered, and ;
decanter of cooling drink.
"Thc lady ye mind l told You of, tina
sent ye to Terry" said Mary. "W'
arranged the room yesterday and me AM
my good man moved him to-day, SO shell
find him here when she comes. It's sOlnt
asleep he's been for better than thre'
hours, sir"
Two hours later Harold was still asleep
but then he opened his eyes. The COLI
cherries room was changed as if by en-
chantment, and (Harold thought he wa
dreaming) an angel face bent over him
with plying eyes, and a smile tender Il
mothers over her child.
"Evaw he whispered. ooh, that
could die in such dream, and move
awake to the bitter, hopeless love! Lie
me die now"
Was it dream, that sweet, low voc
answering him'
"Harold you will not die--you vii
Twelve for me No more strugglin,
for life, but only for fame"
And the tears fell as she spoke.
DR.. Stanley, standing in the doorway
recognized the ballroom belle, and tn
object of his friends long, silent, hopeless
love.
Softly he glidcd down the stairs, for h
knew that better medicine than Ii
could prescribe was within the patient
grasp.
And the world said: Just think of Ev;
Marston, rich, and such a belle, marry
ing Harold Graham, the artist, who wa
as poor as q church mouse!
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