Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1880-10-09

inconvenienced as of dying of the
fever"
What marvellous amount may at
times be clearly expressed, yet left un-
spOkenl AS if the eye had been mir
rOr into which each looked and per-
ceived the secret of the others mind,
Margaret knew that Carew, i'm saying
al will stay" added mentally, ain order
tO be near you; Carew discerned that
Margaret, had not her heart somehow
been at conflict with her judgment,
would gratefully, but decisively, have
declined his offer and entreated him to
leave
"r.et us see what my mother will
think of your wish to remain" she said,
presently, when she had given her hand
to him i'm token of thanks and he
pressed the proffered fingers warmly.
They walked slowly forth from the ruins
and mp the path that led to the cottage,
both as silent as the twilight. If either
thought of the acknowledgement in
terview of fortnight back, it was to
wonder that such scene had been. If
either reflected that Margaret Wolfe
ard Francis Carew had known each
other, in all, five weeks, it was with an
underlined sense that the talk just end
ed had magically changed those weeks
to years.
Mrs. Wolfe behaved as her daughter
had known and Carew had more than
suspected she would behave. In times
Of distress her sole refuge was to cling
10 whatever stronger nature happened to
be near her. She was SO ready to
avail herself of Carew's proposal that
the altogether forgot to thank him.
AS the July days grew hotter and
hotter, and the reports from Dalton be-
came more and more gloomy, Carew,
although his step remained light and
his voice cheerful, began to draw in the
Furness air as though it chOked him.
Out at Furness Abbey there was, hap
PLY, no death-bell to depress with its
who watched by them; but the rawlings
of the sufferer were even more Oppres-
sive to a listener than such bell would
have been. Wolfe had lived for years
past the life of the habitual drunkard; (;
and he was now dying the death of
one. Three days of acute delirium,
during which the patient tasked to the
utmost the young artists strength and
endurance, gave place to stupor, with
intervals of low mutterings, in which,
like Falstaff, the sick man "babbled of
green field" those green Furness
fields across which he was not again to
stagger home from an evenings ca
rOusing. Then followed cOma-vigil; !;
and the CLASSY, meaningless eyes that
stared unchangingly from the pillow,
told those gathered round the bed that
he who lay there was marked for
death.
Wolfe died in the night; Margaret
and the doctor only being with him.
When Carew rose next morning, to take,
if necessary, his turn at watching, he
met the widow at the door of the death
chamber. "Oh, Mr.. Carew," she said
wildly, Maggie has the fever. My
husbands dead, and she will die too"
The anticipated news of Wolfe's
death was forgotten in the sudden dan
ger for the living. For "a moment Ca
rev stared blankly at the grief-stricken
face before him, unable to realize that
such words had, indeed, been uttered.
"Does DR.. EdmOndson think it will be a
severe attack" he said presently.
"He does he does. He won't say
SO; but he does. Oh, she'll die, Mr..
Carew she'll die as her father did last
night, and M her mother will die after
her. There won't be time to put a
stone over James grave before Maggie
and | are lying beside him in the new
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