Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1879-11-20

at oil, at all, but bit Of carpet bag"
Throwing of her rich silk wrapper, Eva
put on dark gray dress and cloak, and
added close silk bonuct with thick veil,
"Come, Mary"
And the two left tho house together.
In q low, close room, on pallet bed; Law
Mary Dennis lodger. Tho face against the
coarse ticking pillow was such as ono fan
oies for that Of his favorito poet. The hair
was dark, waving over broad, white fore
head; and tho decp-sot oyes wero hazel,
large, and full; and tho features dolioatc.
Usually tho face was palo, but now it was
crimson with fever; tho eyes, too, lierco and
wild. But, oven with all this, that face
was beautiful with uu almost uuearthly
beauty.
Into that poor, low room, Eva, with her
sombcr dress aud radiant beauty, oamo like
a plying angel. Sho gavo ono glanoo at
the invalid's faoo, aud thon crossed tho
room to his side.
"Eva!" said tho sick man, "Evaw
"Ic knows mo," sho murmurod, draw.
ing back.
But tho young man moaned hor namo
again, aud then broke forth in wild, doliri-
Gus rawlings.
"Mary," said Eva, ''scnd Patrick to me.
[ will find pencil and paper"
Mary left the room, and Iva turned to
tho table to find paper and pencil. She
wrote two hasty notes, Ono was to her
house keeper, for pillows and sheets; the
othor was to DIR. Staulcy, who did not con.
jeoturo who was tho friend that sent him
80 much proctioo among poor patients, aud
saw that tho young physician was woll paid.
Having dispatched Patrick with tho
notes, Eva tried to mako the dcsolato room
home-likc. Lifting from tho tablo waist
coat something dropped from the pocket to
the floor.
She picked it up. 1t was small minia-
ture case, open; and painted OH tho ivory
was Eva Marston's beautiful faco.
A smile gentle and plying camo on her
lip.
"Ho did love mc, thcn-really love nc
and would not seek me with the herd of
fortune hunters who followed mo, and that
is the reason | have missed him for so
long"
"Arrah, miss, here's the doctor"
"Stop him, Mary. l will 90 in here.
Rcmembcr, Mary, you don't know my
name! and Iva went into another little
room vacant, and adjoining that of tho in
valid's. The door stood ajar and DR.. Stan |
lcy's first exclamation after entering reached |
her.
"Harold! have found you at last, and |
in such placer"
Eva's eyes raadgcd over tho capabilities
Of tho room in which sho stood, and she
nodded, saying:
"lt will do--largcr aud better than tho
other, but poor place at best"
The next day, when Doctor Stanley
called to sec his patient, Mary, with par
donable pride, ushcrcd him into tho room
that had been vacant before A soft car
pet was on the floor, and fro in the CRATE.
Soft muslin curtains, snowy white, drapcd
the window. The bed could scarcely 10
with its pure, white pillows,
and sheets. A little table
stood beside the bed, with tho medicines
the doctor had ordered, and dccanter of
cooling drink.
"Thc lady yc mind L told you of, that
sent yo to Terry" said Mary. awe ar
ranged the room yesterday, and my good
nan and moved him to-day, SO she'll find
lin here when she comes. LIS sound
ccp he's been for better than three hours,
'ir."
Two hours later Harold was still asleep
,ut then he opened his eyes. Tho cold
heorless room was changed, as if by en-
hantment; and (Harold thought he was
lreaming) an angel face bent over him,
nth plying eyes, and smile tcndcr as
nothcr's over her child.
"Eva" ho whispered. ooh, that
ould die in such dream, and never awake
0 tho bitter, hopeless love! Let me die
lowp'
Was it dream, that sweet, low voice
answering him?
"HaroId, you will not dic-you will live
live for me! Your genius shall be recog.
'izcd, your pictures sought No moro
truggling for life, but only for fame"
And the tears fell as she spoke
Doctor Stanley, standing in tho doorway
ccognized tho bali room belle, and tho
'bject of his friends long silent, hopeless
oye.
Softly he glidcd down the stairs, for he
Knew that better medicine than ho could
prescribe was within the PATIENTS grasp.
And the world said: "Just think of
Eva Nlarston, rich, and such belle, marry.
ng Harold Graham, tho artist, who was as
Door as a church mouse!
II you let man loan ho will lot YOU
llone for q long time