The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-01-16

lpIlu tnioWs open Inc uOoI anu SECS HcI
husband, the family physician, and
old jane the nurse, surrounding the
small sltn-coyercd, luce-drapcd bed
OH which her baby lies, eyes wildly,
lGverishly bright, his lips parched and
dry, his breath coming in hot, painful
gasps.
Rose, is it, indeed, you?" Frank
eXclains in cold surprise.
"Yes, it is |, Oh, Frank, my baby I;
is he worse? tell me ~
She kneels down beside the bed, her
face very white and scared, and kisses
passionatcly the baby face.
"Herbert--Bcrtie, darling, it is ma
ma. Oh, Heaven, he does not know
meW walls the excited girl.
"Mrs. Maywood--my dear madame,
pray be calm; the child must be kept
extremely quiet; if he gets excited
shall not answer for the consc-
quences," demonstrates the doctor, Sc
yerely
"Will he live? is he very ill2-only
answer me, and | shall be quiet. Oh,
doctor he is my only one do not say
that he will dep
The pitiful cry touches a soft spot
in the gruif, elderly little physicians
heart; she looks SO very young and
lovely there, in the shimmering satin
dress, kneeling beside her sick child
that DR.. MoIldon answers her as hope
fully as he, with truth, can:
"With great care there is possible
chance Of his recovery, but the attack
is severe one; the fever has been
gradually coming on, and had | been
summoned afew hours earlier, it might
have saved the child much suffering,
for ! could have prevented the fever
from getting such headway. The
nurse there knows what to do gave
her dircctions---so there is no necessi-
ty for your sitting up with him my
dear madame, III stop in again in the
morning. Good-nightw
The physician takes up his hat,
throws a careless glance at the baby
patient, gives an abrupt little nod, and
vanishes from the nursery.
Rose watched beside the little suf-
ferer all through the long hours of
the night, her heart filled with min
z led remorse and fear; and Francis
haywood, sees, then, how feryently
she regrets her neglect and desertion
Of her only child.
Little Herbert Maywood's baby-life
hangs rs if by q thread, for the next
few days, ready TO snap at any mo-
ment it appears rs if his recovery to
health and strength was impossible
as if ne must die; and when the terri
bic crisis comes, and the doctor an
nounces gleefully that he is to live,
Rose, whose heart is almost broken,
whose soul is sick with hOpelessness
and despair, falls down upon her knees
in very paroxyan Of joy and deep
est gratitude to thank Heaven for its
great mercy. She steals to her hus-
bands side an hour after, when baby
has fallen into quiet slumber, and
puts her thin hands upon his shoul-
ders, and looks up into his face with
smiling, happy eyes.
Frank, Heaven has spared my ba-
by's life, and forgiven my wicked ac-
tions. Oh darling, won't your
lie bends down aud presses passion
ate kisses upon the pale, wan face
pale and wan with ihcessant watching
over the child's sick bed, but on which
n radiant smile rests, and puts his
strong arms about the slender figure.
"My dearest, forgave you long ago;
the night you returned home from
Mrs. Danlerth's so Unexpectedly, /
knew you repented ever going
"Ohl don't mention that night"
Rose cries with little shudder. ut
brings the memory Of my selfshness
and hcartlessness 50 windy back to
me, am going to turn over new
leaf, as they say, and prove to you
and baby how dearly love you both,
Frank"
And Rosiland haywood kept true
to her word. From that day forth, all
the intense love Of dissipation and
pleasure, the williuIness and way
warJness that had made her SO indif.
ierent to her husbands happiness and
hidden her real and Swectnature, van.
ishcd forever.