Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1880-03-19

/ Into that poor, low room, Eva, with
her sombrs dress and radiant beauty,
came like plying angel. she gave
one glance at the invalid's face, and
then crossed the room 10 his side.
"Rya - said the sick man. "Evs |"
"Hs knows me, she murmered, draw
ing back.
But the young man moaned her name
again. and then broke forth in wild, de-
lirious rawlings.
"Mary," said Eva, "ssnd Patrick to
me. l will find pencil and paper"
Mary left the room, and Eva turned
to the table to find paper and pencil.
She wrote two basty notes. One was
to her housskeeper for pillows and
shssts the other was to DR.. Stanley,
who did not conjecture who was the
friend that sent him 80 much prac-
tice among the poor patients and saw
that the young physician was we'll
paid.
Having dispatched Patrick with the
notes, Eva tried to make the desolate
room home-like. Lifting from the
table waistcoat something dropped
from the pocket to the floor.
She picked 1t up. 1t was a small
miniature case, open; and painted on
the ivory was Eva Marston's beautiful
face.
A smile, gentle and plying, came on
her lip.
"Hs did love me, theu-really love
me-and would not seek me with the
herd Of fortune-hunters who follow me,
and that is the reason have missed
him for so long"
"Arrah, miss, here's the DOCTOR"
"Stop him, Mary. l will go in here.
Remember, Mary, you don't know my
name," and Eva went into another
little room vacant, and adjoining that
of the invalld's. The door stood sjar,
and DR.. Stanley's first exclamation at.
ter entering reached her:
"Harold have found you at last,
and in such place 7"
Eva's eyes ranged over the capabili-
ties of the room in which she stood,
and she nodded, saying:
at will do--largsr and much bet
ter than the other, but poor place at
best"
The next day when DR.. Stanley call.
cd to see his patient, Mary, with par.
donable pride, ushsrsd him into the
room that had been vacant before. A
soft carpet was on the floor, and a fire
In the CRATE. Soft muslin custains,
snowy white, draped the window. The
bed could scar ely be recognized, with
its pure, white pillows, Counterpart,
and sheets. A little table stood beside
the bed, with the medicines the doctor
had ordered, and a decanter Of cooling
drink.
"The,Iady ye mind l told you Of,
that sent ye to Terry" said Mary.
ave arranged the room yesterday, and
my good man and moved him to-day,
so she'll find him here when she comes.
It's sound asleep he's been for better
than three hours"
Two hours later Harold was still
asleep, bul then he opened his eyes.
The cold cherries room was changed,
as II by snchantment and. Harold
thought he was dreaming) an angel
like face bent over him, with plying
yes and smile tender as mothers
over her child.
"Eva !" he whispered. ooh, that
,ould die in such dream, and never
awake to the bitter, hopeless love! Let
ne die new !"
Was it dream, that sweet, low voice
him.
"Harold, you will not die.--you will
ive-live for me Your genius Ahall
be recognized, your pictures sought.
No more struggling for life, but only
or fame"
And the tears fell as she spoke.
Doctor Stanley, standing in the door
way, recognized the ballroom belle,
md the object Of his friends long,
ilent, hopsless love.
Softly he glided down the stairs, for
10 knew that q better medicine than he
,ould prescribe was within the patients
,rasp.
And the world said "Just think OF
Eva Marston, rich, and such belle,
marrying Harold Graham, the artist,
Who was as poor as church mouse"