Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1879-11-07

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, the young student, as much as sh
dared tell him of his defeated aspirs
tions and hopes, the good DOCTORS eye
, kindled with sympathy.
Let him only get we'll" he said
land We will sweep these lions out Q
his path"
Miss Turpin smiled through her tears
a He win get well, thanks to you,
! sSe said.
"And TO you," he added, looking
around the room with appreciation. |
had been suddenly metamorphosed in.;
the model of chamber for the sick
The open fire, with its cheerful blaz,
ana ventilating draught; the subdueC
light; the white and warm drapery o
the bed; her own little couch near by
pretty, shadowy pictures upon tn,
walls tinted by her own hands-an elo
quent silence reigning over all.
alt is lucky for yonder lad," though
the doctor, "that in all this big
wretched barrack the one little snug
gerry is his own"
And so the days went by, each one
freighted with hope and fear. There
came one at last upon which rested the
| lllO VI uObbh VI bllO JOuhk SbuuChJs
"Some time this evening"" said the
doctor to Miss Turpin, he will regain
consciousness; be sure that you do moi
leave his bedside. would not for the
world, at that critical moment, that q
strange face should meet his own"
Miss Turpin turned pale, and
stretched out her hands with a gesture
of entreaty. Then she slipped from her
chair to her knees, and from thence to
the floor. Now had come the supreme
moment of torture. Now her labor,
her Joy, her life, was done.
A strange facet What face could be
stranger than her ownP
"Tut, childr' said the doctor; "I
thought you had more courage. There
is every hope for him. Can't you bear
Joy as you have sorrowP l only want
that he shall first see the face of his
wife, the dearest to him in the world. "
He put down his hands to her, but
still she hid her face from his. Her
whole frame trembled. She wished at
the moment, 50 happy seemed her fate,
that she could die there and then.
80, DOCTOR" said she, lifting at last
her eyes to his, how can l tell youP
How can l make you knowP l am not
his wifer'
The doctor drew back coldly; but as
her frank, earnest eyes caught his own,
he could not resist the innocent plead
ings there. She might be poor Mag
dalene even, but he had never seen .
childlike and yet womanlv oo.,,o
"We must TIL, ..x of nothing now but
our ,euent," he said, gently; "your
face Is at least familiar and dear to
him."
"Alas! no." she said; "it is strange,
almost unknown. 1t is far better l
should 60 away"
Then she told the doctor all. And as
she went on to confess how she had
dared shelter this poor neighbor of hers,
without roof to cover him, without
money, without friends, sick unto death,
helpless and alone--how she had dared
at any risk to shelter him and to nurse
him back to life-the good surgeon s
eyes blinked under his shaggy brows.
He put his heavy hand in benediction
upon her bowed head.
Thou good little Samaritanr' he
said.
Ahu UWO DiSs HtllOW, uduuSOIuS eyes
upon the white bed in the corner also
filled with tears. He was so weak, this
poor, young Blake, that he could scarce
ly help sobbing outright at so touching
a story.
"Why-why," he faltered to himself,
"in little Miss Turpin's room! o thou
merciful heaven! in little Miss Turpin' 8
bed! With the CHEEKY little fire in the
CRATE to foil the biting blast, with all
the little knick-knacks and furbelows
about-the little pictures on the wall,
her bird cage at the window, and neat
little medicine stand, with lots of spoons
in various doses, each spoon with little
Miss Turpin's name; and to her, then,
under heaven, l owe my life! Ah, may
God do so to me, and more also, if l
desert little Miss Turpin, or let little
Miss Turpin desert mer'
"And now," said the sweet, sad
voice of Miss Turpin, "take me to his
bedside. 1 am foolishly weak, 1 can
scarcely see. Let me look upon him
just once more before 1 go. You will
take care of him now, doctor, won't
youP But let me say goodbye"
The doctor, undecidedly, scarcely
knowing what to say, half carried her
to the bed.
Goodbye, goodbye" she said,
ing on his pale, sunken face, her hot,
trembling hands clasping themselves
together.
But suddenly two other hot, trem-
bling hands seize hers in feeble
grasp-the hollow, sunken eyes of the
student fasten themselves upon Miss
Turpin's face with very hungry ten
derness.
90, no." he said, "you cannot 90
from here, not for the world you see
the good doctor has said il will not do
to have strange face at my bedside.
Yours is the dearest to me in the world.
1 love you, Miss Turpin. 1t is perhaps
a sad fate l offer you; but, oh! be still
more generOus-be my wife. have,
dear little Miss Turpin-oh! 1 have
loved you longr'
He didn't say how long; he was too
weak to talk. He didn't tell her that
perhaps his love dated only little half
hour back, when he listened to that
wondrously touching little story of
hers.
What mattered itP Cannot love be
as strong as life and deep as the sea,
howsoever and whenever it is bornP
Good DR.. Havershaw took care of their
future. 1t began in neat, two story
brick house, with a big, brass sign upon
the door, to which the worthy surgeon
drew attention enough to set the pot to
boiling.
And now in her stylish brougham,
with liveried lackey at her command,
with her rustling silks and dainty
laces, with her widest fancies more
than realized, who could find fault with
the fate of little Miss Turpin.
A Walking Trance.
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