The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1879-07-05
IT'S THE TRUTH THAT HURTS.

sion. 81 don't keep q hosplta
here, and if I did. 1 wouldn't har
Dor any such low trash. So tn
sooner he packs off, the better
shall be pleased"
"But whore is he to go?" aske'
young Diederman. He has III
friends that anybody knows Of
and"
"All the more reason I SHOULD
get him off my hands as quickly u
possible" said Mrs. Hall. eth
idea of my becoming responsible
for his funeral expenses, or"
"Hush, Waller will hear you, Yin
tcrrupted Mr.. Birdseye. "His win
dow is OPEN"
"I don't care if he does hoar me-
snapped Mrs. Hall. "He ought to
have been ashamed of himself,com'
ing here under such circumstances
as these. But he goes, sick or well
before sunset this very night. There
are public hospitals enough, I sup
pose"
"Plcnty of EN-" said Mr.. Birds.
eye, dryly, "and while he is waiting
for all the forms to be gone through,
with, in order to gain admission, he
will most likely die in the street"
swell, let him die" said Mrs.
Hall. "That's no business ofminc
that I know Of"
NIFTY looked at mo. I looked
at NIFTY. Our eyes both sparklcd
muto telcgraphic messages to each
other-and I spoke out of the chok-
ing indignant fullness of my heart.
"Nfrs. Hail." cried I, "Mr. Waller
may como here, whoever he is. A
sick man, fricndlcss and alone,
should be able to claim brother
hood with all the world. NIFTY
and I will take care of him until
he is able to take care of himself"
Mrs. Hall took us at our word
with extreme promptitude, and be-
fore night fall poor Bernard Waller
was snugly installed in the little
vacant room over the wing-a pale,
ghostly-looking creature, babbling
idly Of people and places on the
continent that we never heard Of.
DR.. Millet shook his head very
gravcly. "lIe is a very sick man."
was his verdict.
"Kate," whispered NIFTY, when
the doctor was gone, and the sick
man was all still and settled for
the night, "suppose-supposc he
should die"
"In that case, NIFTY, I don't
think we should repent that We had
done our duty"
II AM sure We should not said
NIFTY, softly.
But Bernard Waller did not die.
He got wcll-and, of course, ac-
cording to all tho rules of true love
he lost his heart to Mitty's blue
eyes and pretty face.
"You'll never allow your sister
to marry a painter!" said Mrs.
Hall, spitetully.
II am sure | have no objections
to her becoming an artists wife, as
long as they love each other" said
l, laughing.
swell, really" said Mrs. Hall,
"if it were my Henrietta"
'But it isn't your Henrietta"
I interrupted, a little sharply; "it
is our NIFTY, and she has chosen
to suit herself, and | for one, am
entirely satisfied"
Well, they were married in a
quiet sort Of way.
l am reaching the end of my
story now-tho romance that IRA
dated our lives, when tho cake was
cut, and NIFTY and Bernard had
gone on their tour, with humble
little ME along in the capacity of
bridesmaid.
We had Travelled all day, and
towards night, OH glorious Octo-
bcr day, we drove into gate of Il
spacious old place where were octa-
gonal towers and ivy-mantlcd walls.
"Oh, what Il fine old place !" said
NIFTY. "Ah, look at that lovely,
glittering fountain; and the beds
of fscarlot geranium. bernard, are
you going to sketch thisplucc?"
81 may, in timc," said my sisters