The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-11-13

suffer-Suffer. L recommend by all
means, WaterNwater Then
he feff b5aaek With III 3 groan Of agony.
Miss Turpin ran out of the room and
down,th stairs, pounded on the door of
the German tailor below, who, with his
wife and five4 children, was enjoying. in
sleep the only immunity granted them
from endless labor and toll, babe him
fly for the best doctor in the neighbor-
hood; ran up the, stairs again like a
deer, and found DR.. Blake insensible,
his head thrown back upon the chair, his
eyes half closed, his stentorious breath
ing audible in the corridor below.
The little German returned with the
veryibest medical aid in the vicinity,
even that of the eminent DIR. Havershaw
himself
All stbis sfusss and confusion had
aroused Mr.. Shadrach, who followed
them up the stairs and protr,ldedI his
long, hairy chin in the doorway.
alt is, perhaps, best That You should
know, madam said the, surgeon to lit
tie Miss Turppin,, sfthat it is a doubtful
case. Your husband is .in a very criti-
cal condition. If this worthy man will
assist me we winget hinliio bed. Our
only hope will be a powerful, |, sseedatiYe,
to be given at once. ,.'Ssr9, ~ al
T.. The worthy man alluded to was Mr.
Shadrach, whose eyes almost left their
sockets when he found the doctor pre-
pairing to put his young ledger in Miss
Turpin's bed. ,7!s re} ~ ~. -
- 8. Why-why,' he gasped, looking at
Miss Turpin, IS this won't do. will ,it?''
:. Miss Turpin bowed her head. She
could not speak, but it seemed to her
that her : heart =. made all the
noise that was necessary. Its convu[
siye throes moved the shawl, she had
thrown over her shoulders.
''Don't chatter,' said the doctor,
thinking Mr.: Shadrach. was addressing
him. "Just do what bid you, and
the more quietly the better.'' TROI
Half an hour later, Miss Turpin was
alone again, save for the body of the
doctor thatlay upon the, bed. He was
helpless there, perhaps dying; his face.
was strange and distorted, his eyesshalf
closed A confused, unintelligent, muir
muir flowed from his lips, his hands
clenehed and sunclenehed;s at times a
groan seemed wrung from his vitals.
Miss Turpin's features were pale and
.haggard, sher eyes streaming with tears.
Yet, in the midst of an anguish that par
took Of despair, with throes of pain and
terror unspeakable, thereawas aborn to
her a solemn and almost sinister JOY, the
first ever given to that sterile soul.
When the Doctor came in the evening
he thought he had never seen so patient
and noble a face ;Stherp Something
in it that went to his, heart.mayaa DO IT
oA ''Bei comforted, he said, 'slet us rely
upon the youth and strong physique Of
your husband. " Az ''7'''' i''' -
The inceherent altering of his patient
attracted the Doctors attention Sharp
and strong sentences fell upon His ear,
that excited his professional curiosity.
When be heard from Miss .Turpin Of the
enthusiasm and zeal Of the young student,
as much axsRes dared tell him of his de-
feated aspirations and hopes, the good
Doctors eyes kindled with sympathy.
= sefets -hinii only get welbisshe said,
"and we will sweep these lions out of
his PATH -, ~ = ~ 80
/. Miss Turpinl smiled through her
tears. aoss53fa sq.9oIq
81 He will get well, thanks to YOU"
she said.
gosi4nd 10 sod," .,he added looking
around the room with appreciation. 1t
had been suddenly metaniorp hosed into
the model of chamber for the sick.
The open fire, with its cheerful blaze
aiiaa Sentilating sdl4ssi elit !: 'the2 Subdued
light; the white and warm, drapery of
the bed I; her own little couch near by !;
pretty, shadowy pictures upon the walls
tinted by her own hands-an eloquent
Silence reigning over all. sa7s1s
=. It is lucky for yonder lad, ~ thought
the Doctor. 'sthat in ali lthis kbig
wretched barrack the one little snug
gerry is his own
Antioso the days went sy, each one
freighted with hope and fear. There
came one at last upon which rested the
life OF death of the young student. IS
g"Some time this evening, 9 said the
Doctor to Miss 1urpin, &c he will regain
consciousness; be sure that you do not
leave his bedside. II would not for the
world, at that critical moment, that a
strange face should meet his sowni'
:. 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 II }hef floor.
Now had ceme thesup moment lof
torture. Now her labor her joy, her
life, wasdone. Nv goiss@3 di3g adj
"A A strange faeel What face could be.
stranger than her own? tasieS''Voss =
suts tut, child !n'saids the Dectors 81
thought you had more courage. There
is every hope for him. Can't you bear
joy as you have sorrows I 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 that
she could die there and then.
"Oh, Doctor, said she, lifting at last
her eyes to his, =. how can I tell toup
bow can | make you knowa I am not
his fWlfe!' a!fzggs- - ,.et sss iaf -
= The Doctor drew back coldly; but as
to,. JI L