The Russellville Democrat., 1880-11-04
MRS. BLYSTER's ROMANCE.

Mrs. Sims boarding-school was a high bntiding and it stood on hill. Nv room was in it's third story, and I had often sat looking out over the city from its slightly" windows, as Peggy. the maid called them. The hill was nearly conical in shape, and terraced on two sides, my side being one of them. At the foot of the hill ran broad handsome street, and on prominent corner of this street, in plain sight from my windows, stood large, rambling old mansion, about which we girls had woven many romance. We wondered who lived there. Ladies and gentle men promenaded through it's pleasant grounds; carriages rolled up to its wide gateway many times every day; professional-looking gentlemen went in and out of it. What could it be?
 One day 1 found out. There was great excitement that day in Mrs. Sims boarding school. l had been feeling i'll some days. My head ached and my tongue was dry and hot. The doetor said at last that 1 had the scarlet fever, aud must be removed at once. Better sake her home,' he said, "she isn't fairly sick yet"
 'Homep groaned Mrs. Sims. Doctor, She bVeS Tn lndla!
 s.Good graciousln said the doctor, and he scratched his head thoughtiuliy. At last he said: q have itl Here's Dr.. DoIby's hospital right down here-itist the place for her" So was wrapped up and driven to Or. Dolby's hospital, ? which proved to be no other than the dear, rambling. romantic old house which with it's wildly overgrown bat delightful shrubbery, had so long been the object of our specnlations.
 They put me to bed in a large, quiet suom. qualnt, old-fashioned tea service, with cherubs ana gillihowers and various other congruous designs on it in blue, sat appetizingly on the round table at my bedside. Three or four easy chairs were mingled among the others. and in one of them, after I was nicely tucked up" and ready to go to sleep, lbeheld-yawning already and casting wistful eyes toward her own white cot near by--my buxom nurse, Mrs. Blyster, who had been engaged expressly for me.
 How fat and good-natured she lookedl And how the white cot creaked when she finally sought repose.
 The next morning l was worse, and for several days tossed in deliiium and pain, but by week more the fever be gan 10 abate, and Mrs. Blyster said, reas- suringly:
 You hain't dead yet, Miss, and what's more you hain't goin' to be- not with Sarah Blyster to see to ye" Then good Sarah Blyster gave me motherly kiss on my forehead, fumbled over my al- ready painfully tucked in bed clothing in an attempt to express still more forei- bly, her affectionate zeal for my welfare, and sat down with sort of good-natured grunt at the back window.
 l closed my eyes and was just falling asleep when l was aroused by hall suppressed sob.
 What's the matteri" I said faintly, To see happy Mrs. Blyster in tears was too much for me.
 Despairing old maids look languishine even on rainbows.
 "She's dead, miss; the woman t lived in the little house back. They're a havIn' her funeral this blessed minute.''
 "A friend of yours?" l was impressed almost to tears myself by Sarah Blyster's manner
 Law, mol said that lady, starting up and assuming her own radiant counte- nance again. And what I'm whlnln' around here and glvin' her the blues for, I'm sure don't know. Cheer up, Sarah Blyster, cheer upl" o
 i smiled iaintly, and soon dropped of into the nap which Mrs. Blysters sob had interrupted.
 A day or two after Mrs. Blyster was "sniyelin," as she expressed it, again at the back window. l was stronger and better now, and asked cheerfully:
 Not another funeral, l hope, Mrs. Blyster2"
 "No.n said the worthy lady, still una ble to attain her wonted, serenity; but there's boy--her boy, l s'pose-a workin' much inside, and he-he's shaI,in' out her clo'es and a-ioldin' up and it does seem s if some of the female relative oughter be q helpin' of em.
 Surely it did. There was copsidera. ble pathos in the way of stating it, in spite of the female relatives" which only showed that Mrs. Blyster had min, gled much in scenes of woe herseii, ane knew how they out1o be conducted.
 q wouldn't look that way" l said sooththingly; ''try the other window.
 q did,n said Mrs. Blyster, but my eyes would go to that somehow-eye thing shows so plain from here, There was 9 black alpaca, as good as new. saw her out in it the day came here te take care of you. She took sick the very next day, I reckon, for l see her curtain wls down and the doctor was there, anc noS | think she's dead, and there's thai alplca dress remindin' them! and Mrs Blysier sobbed once more.
 had been sitting up for some Imei