Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1880-09-10

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. il
necessary, his turn at watching, he met
the widow ut the door of the death
chamber. ooh, Mr.. Carcw," she said
wildly, Maggie has the fever Ny
husbands dead, and She will die too.'
The anticipated news Of Wolfe's
death was forgotten in the sudden dam
ger for the living. For moment
Carew stared blankly vt the gricf-strick-
en- face before him, unable to realize
that such works had, indeed, been
uttered. docs DR.. Edmondson think
it would be severe attack he said
presently.
ale does-he does. He won't say
so, but he does Oh, she'll die, Mr..
Carew-she'll die, us her father died
last night, and US her mother will die
soon after her. There won't be time
to put stone over James grave before
Maggie and are lying beside him in
the new cemetery at Dalton" She
laid her face to the wall, and burst into
an agony of tears. Leave us, Mr..
Carew, leave us, before the fever takes
you and you die, too"
To Carcw's vigorous nature this par
oxysm Of helpless grief came us call
to action that made him instantly the
master Of his own. Leave you, Mrs.
Wolfe Why, when could | better be
Of use? Where's DR.. Edmondson?'
"Gonc back To Dalton. He says he'll
send us Il nurse ifhc can find one.
Il must see him. Sit by your daugh-
ter, please, till return. You don't
mind being left alone in the house
with her, and--and'-
1t was II W broad daylight. Mrs.
Wolfe we'll understood Carcw'S half
spoken meaning, could, therefore, with
sufficient confidence, answer, "No. y
The artist added few words IF cncour-
agement and consolation, and FASTENED
off,
The doctor, II will-o -the-wsp fitting
from patient to patient, had secured
no nurse, and had little hope of obtain
ing one. 'Thc few women in Dalton
fit 20 be trusted with the care of II
feScr-paticnt have their hands more
than full already. If YOU could go
over to diversions, though, for ne, Mr.
| Carcw'-
10 Lancaster, if YOU like, doctor. 49,
Dr. Edmonson scrubbed il few words,
addressed them, and gave the ncces-
sary directions.
The July days crcpt slowly past, II
succession of blazing moons and sultry
evenings that parchcd and cracked the
| iurncSs fields INTO II CHASTITY similitude
to those checks and lips on which
rested u still fcrccr breath than that of
the sun-thc burning kiss of fever. Day
| by day the furnacc-likc atmosphere
aided doubtful reports from the sick
room To Cypress Carcw with more cruel
fears concerning Margaret, Now that
he no longer saw her, and could not in
dclicacy venture further than to the
threshold of the chamber whore She
| hovercd between life and death, the
full extent Of the impression this Slngu-
lar girl had made upon him was gradu-
ally revealed. lie wrought fcvcrishly
ard assiduously ut his picture, that hy
painting her pure serious face rs it ap-
pcarcd in health, he might distract his
mind from the thought of it when
flushed with the dcirium Of fever.
| The pear tree that when the artist
opened his window, nodded before him
branches laden with rpcning fruit,
stretched other branches toward the
ehambcr.window of the sick girl.
| When both easements stood open for
| the heavy summer air to enter, words
Is, tl,,, ~ r,t,,l. tln
ears of II listener in the other. Lean
ing ont toward the pear tree, Carew
had already caught on several occa-
sions the voice of Maggie Wolfe, weak
from illness, and to indistnct for his
ear to separate its faint aSccntS into
words
lie was leaning thus in the early
morning of the first of August, drink
ing in deep dr,lughtS Of lrcsher air
| than had famed his cheek for weeks
past, and rejoicing in the cool breeze
that sang softly among the leaves of the
patch Of woodland opposite. Rain had
fallen in the nght-thc first shower for
nearly il month-and I'LL nature lay
green, dcwy and hcalthGul IN the smil-
my August dawn. Carcw, his artists
/ INAUGURATION VulNhCllCN " WV bcN'i'N
of the scene before him, half believed
that the goddess of the morning, sweet
Aurora, was herself in presence.
"She is come to cool your parchcd
lips with her kisses, my poor Marga-
ret
\ laugh, dissonant and mirthless,
Jared ON the ears of the young painter
rs he murmured this fancy to himself,
Ii was difficult to realize that it came
from the lips he apostrophlzcd.
See, mother, see, the Abbot is try
ing to take the caskct from me, Oh,
mother, what hundreds of pearls and
ruhies there are in it. Wen sell them
III London, and buy the old house
again, and have as much land rs We
had before father began to drink Lady
Dorothy doesn't like the plan, She says.
There's her ghost behind the others
oh, how pretty she II what lovely blue
| ewes, and what mi innocent face for 4
woman that WAS 50 wicked Hers is
| Just the hair to twist strings Of pearls
iii. Take the casllct take it-for fear
the ghosts would be too strong for mo.