Sharp County record., 1879-07-31

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Dick sat, installed in the only easy-chalr
the house possessed, his right hand en-
veloped in bandages, book in his lett,
and the vase Of wax flowers on the table
before him, when there came a gentle
knock at the street door. The good
mother, opening it, beheld a 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, ,and duttering 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 night?"
ellis suferings can be of no conse-
quence to yOu, maam," returned the
old lady, sharply, in spite OF warning
q" Mother!n from the room she had just
left. "He's only mechanic, ma'am." "
"He's a 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. l 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, l 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 month,
Just as he had the most industrious fit |
ever know'd him to have-though a
lazy boy he never was-and was earn
ing lots of money. And his hand IL
have to be dressed night and morning,
and take abouy an hour each time"
"Oh, then 1 can be OF use!" cried
the pretty widow, a bright smile break
ing over her face. 81 am a capital
nurse. Let me come every day and
dress the wounded hand. Your time, |
know, is precious; and it is the least |
can do, for it was in my serVice-I
mean my aunt's-that it was wound
ed.n
"Well, that's clever, and I'm obleeged
to you; but me and Lib"
Mother!" from the parlor.
"Well, RichardPn
81 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 tone that implie that he wished it
wouldn't. "She can't come here but a
day or two longer, God bless her!-I
don't really need her now, though l
pretend | do-and then III 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.
"Good heayens!" thought Dick,
turning pale, "he's coming to take her
away" and a 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.
eyes, much worse" he answered,
dryly. "Eva tells me you have letter
from your brother"
81 have-at last. And he's in Paris,
and does not expect to return to this
country for many years. He has mar
ried a beautiful French girl, and, fear,
has almost forgotten me-"
"Your brother married and forgotten
youP" 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 hatched chickens, away she went
again.
"And personally l resemble him, that
is, suppose, as much as a mechanic
could resemble an artist" said Dick,
with feeble attempt at sarcasna; "but
there theresemblance must end. I never
could have forgotten you"
And then they are both silent for few
moments, Dick breaking the silence at
last. 81 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 could care for" she re-
peated, slowly. 81 am not so sure OF
that; but l 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,
if were not poor carpenter-if were
an artist, physician, a lawyer, any
thing PROFESSIONALISM ask you to try
10 1or,n opl 70 hnrn s.,