The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-02-21

had struggled bravely through years 81
poverty, and merited justice-wonder'
mo how II would seem 70 have enough
70 kes, the wolf from the door, since,
sfter All. this would only entitle her
mother To share her grandfather's estate
alike with other heirs Of Miss Parrott-
wondering II the one whom DIR. Gilbert
was going TO marry would have resisted
such temptation, or II ne would have
loved All the same-till her brain SEEM
I'd reeling. Tor retribution had fairly
oyertaken her, "rhe king shall have
his own again." she crleds rising y.
length, benumbed and shivering. Had
any one spoken, or was i the echo OF
her own voice through the silent cham
berp She turned quickly toward the
bed Miss PARROT was sleeping---the
sleep Of the Just, shall we sayp
"You had been watching all nightp"
asked DR.. Gilbert when he came softly
into the room after hasty summons,
regarding her haggard air, her languid
movements. the dullness OF her eyes,the
pallor Of her face, white to the lips.
~ had been up" he answered, "not
watching. l was l was busy; that
was all"
Had she seemed worse after left?
Did YOU see any reason to expect
changer
sNo; she was somewhat confused at
one time when she walked suddenly, but
that otter happened" The ashes and
scorched fragmentso Of the will were still
scattered upon the hearthstone; when
he had passed down stairs she gathered
them up hastily and hid them away.
81 wouldn't have thought Carrie set
so much hy old lady Parrot, said Mrs.
Stare TO DR.. Gilbert after having been
over to condole in neighborly fashion.
Though felt sight more like offer
ing congratulations, she confessed.
" She sat there with a sort cf absent
look in her eyes, and when you spoke TO
her il was as IL her mind had been play
ing truant thousand miles away. II
she'd poisoned the old lady she couldn't
have looked more wretched. I've heard
say that moneys mighty unsettling.
Maybe they've told you that
there amt any will TO be
found2 So Mrs. Fame shares her
grandfather's means with all those
hussies, who haven't Alright 70 a red
cent"
..They have told me nothing" said
the Doctor, who was puzzled himself BY
Carries mood.
ssYou we're very fond of Miss Par
rott?r he yentured TO say, when they
met again.
"No.r answered Carrie, honestly
and briefly, As if the subject we're dis
missed.
.Was IL the near neighborhood OF
DEATH ne asked himself, "which lent
her that distraught air, that frozen, i'm
passive gaze, as IL the objects OF to-day
passed before the retina without inn
pressing themselves upon il. or had the
prospect Of sudden possession wrought
the spell?"
Whatever the cause. she grew daily
more reserved and absorbed; one need
ed to address her twice before claiming
her attention. A deep, unnatural color
burned upon her cheeks or left then
white as snow; her eyes grew hollow
and glittering, and month from tn
date Of Miss PARROTS death DR.. Gilber
: found her in a high fever.
1.-THE king shall have his own again y
, she mutterad, looking into his face will
no answering recognition. 1T was al
: our own, you know--no harm done
Oh, those ugly beads! How big they'v'
) grown as big as cannon ballsl The,
will crush me to death; don't let them
Pick them ur-one, two, three-slipper,
things. pick them up. How it blazed, too
1 !. pretty bonfire, by my life. Mamma
, grandfather's. There they come again
those beads, yellow as gold. Take then
I away; they re like milestone about m
& neck. don't want them; want moth
ing--only sleep"
"Poor child!n thought the doctor
"good fortune has worked her III
Miss Carrie, will you drink this-fo
I? me?"
"For your cup Of cold poisonP oh
/: DIR. Gilbcrti" with a CLEAN Of intell
! gence, quickly fading away. "Would tn
e woman he loves have done so if 1t ha
r been her great-grandfather'sP Woul
: he have loved her just the same? Jus
bit Of paper TO make all this coil!
Il I tell Aunt PARROT when she wakes sh
2 will see her mistake and do better. Ho'
cold she is!-Aunt PARROT, speak
e speak! speak! Oh, the beads! II
8 tell him, he will hate me, despise me !!
2 And so day after day, with occasions
CLEANS Of consciousness, with confuse
d mutterings and references to some hi
It raising care, ut which DR.. Gilbert coul
only guess, the fever ragged, till on
l. morning she lay upon her pillow wea
as an infant, but sane.
Q "Where is my mother?" she asks
q the nurse, feebly.
e "Your ma is taking nap; we won
y wake her yet. Can you taste lit
wine, thinkP"
le "Am very lip"
elm afeard you be, miss" retlrns