Daily Republican., 1880-04-09
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DR.. Gevshan. threw himself wesril
into the great arm. chair In Mrs. HYDE
oszy sitting. room. He had just retprne'
from . professional visit, and . lonl
ride in the cold wind had given him
severe headache. The doctor was Mrs
Hyds's boardsr. but no had been 0,
long 10 the family that he seemed lik'
one Of them.
Qaesnie Brian, Mrs. Hyds's niece, SO
by the window, busy with some needle
work.
Qusenis was q brilliant, slender III
tie thing Of seventeen, with short, boy.
ish curls and big, roGulsh brown eyes,
On the death of her parents, years
before, she had been adopted by her
auns.
Queenis was Maynard, willtul and
bewitchipg, and ruled right royalty IN
the little village Of Wayland. Her
Tom and Johnny Hyde, were
her devoted slaves, and she rnstely
petted and t,Ased them. Only Of DR..
Gersham was she shy: and sometimes
re even was mot safe from her wild
FRANKS. But Afterwards he would in
vsriably End . psaosonsripg in the
shape Of some fAvorits dslicacy on the
Esa table. or perhaps, his dressing gown
and slippers comfortably warmed and
ready for him on his return from long
tedious ride.
1t Is mot 70 b supposed, however,
hat she confessed to any of those weak.
nessss. an afraid, on the contrary,
that my small heroine manufactured
Innumsrably abs when questioned
closely.
DR.. Gershan had grown wise through
experience and generally accepted
hose little favoRs with . smile and
With but q few words.
On the morning Of the opening Of my
story, as the figure in the arm. chair
yavo sigh Of WEAKNESS and pain,
lueenls threw the work aside and ran
rom the room. She returned present.
J with an arm full Of cushions, which
he arranged invitingly on the lounge,
md wheeling 1t closer TO him, motioned
he doctor to the neatly arranged i'm.
3romptu couch.
He smiled and obeyed her gesture,
her hands 40 hs sank back on
he pillows.
"Why do you do this, Queenief"
~ don't knev--I guess because l
owe you"
"Do you-do you!"he asked, his face
iushed eagerly.
II don't know. Do you love met"
"Ahl have you need to ask mo that
irlisi Kiss metz
He endcavorsd 70 draw her face down
. his, but she slipped nimbly from his
rasp.
~ shall not kiss you because the man
HON kiss Of my own FREQ will, will
Q my future husbandi" and away she
anoed, saluting Tom in the hall with
merry Jest.
DR.. GerSham sighed.
"she Is only . ohild," hs said; al
right, beautiful, happy child. 1 will
Q thirty.two years old TO moRlow-tool
ID and steady for . little humming |
lrd like Quesnis."
Several evenings later oueenis en-.
red the library where the Doctor sat |
,ading his journal.
'Dostor, sss II I don't look NICE"
''Oh, don't bother me-" he answered,
lortly, burying himself still deeper in
Is journal.
"Humphl Cross thingl lam 60
g with Charlie Will skating on the
eek. There Is sure to be q crowd,
I'd l want to know III look nioe."
He put his paper aside and looked at
Dr.. II was impossible to help admir-
q oueenie at any time, and In her
unity skating costume she was more
'witching than ever. But the doctor
lily said, as he struggled with the
lssienate love in his heart.
"You are . very vain little thing
~ AVuh WotA ouOuBu
Quesnis shook her skates together
ith q musical clash, tried to frOwn on
On, and laughed instead, then asked
th hooking gravity
"Do you love me a. well % you did
Ut tuesday,"
eyes" "
Queenie hssitated o moment, swayed
ward him, . roguish dimpls seming i
one corner Of her mouth: then her
srm breath swept his face, 80, with .
dden movement, she turned and left
Q prints Of her wicked white teeth I
his check! The next instant che had |
wn, while her tantalizing laugh float. g
back 10 the solitary man sitting In
o library. ID
DR.. Gershsm was Q great lover of 4
lsis aud o handsome organ, his q
opsrty, occupied one corner Of the
rlor. One afternoon in the early /
ring, the doctor was singing and 40 J
himself on the:.orgau. He {
d thought himself the sole occupant
the room, and drifted presently into
and old hymns, solemn chants, weird I
rges. The deep voice rose magni6- q
atty. Surely, DR.. Gsrsham might be n
Dud of his voice. He paused to look 8
some music in the rack. and there Q
IS o moments silence, broken sud
My by a low sob. Tho doctor turn 8
and saw Queenie ourled up in the
,ess Of a window. Never before, dur. /
! all his acquaintance with her, had 8
seen the child In tears. He CROSSED 4
, room and took her In his arms. n
why, little Queenie | What is 1t o
ar 2" p
Alb, naughty Quesnie | Why did you a
tell him how the music stirred your o
|lful heart 7 But no she gasped
1 buried her face In her white apron, p
she answered. Il
why, you see, Tom has gone of b
Ing and wouldp,t1et me 20, though b