The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-02-15
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forehead; and the deep set eyes were hazel,
large and full and the features delicate.
Usually the face was pale, but now 1t was
crimson with fever. The eyes too, fierce
and wild. But, even with all this, the
face was beautiful with an almost uncarthly
beauty. In that poor, low rom, Eva,
with her sombrc dress and radiant beauty,
came like q plying angel. She gave ono
glance ut the invalid's face, and thcn
crossed in the room to his side
'Eva," said tho sick man; "Eva -
drawing back. But tho young man moaned
her name again, and then broke forth in
wild dclirious rawlings.
"NIary.' said Eva, ''scnd Patrick to me-
will find pencil and paper"
Mary left the room and Eva turned to
tho Table TO find paper and pencil. She
wrote two hasty notes. One to her house.
keeper for pillows and sheets. The other
to DIR. Stanley, who did not conjecture
who was the friend that sent him 80 much
practice among the poor patients and saw
the young physician was well paid.
Having dispatched Patrick with the
notes, Eva tried to make the desolatc room
look moro .homclilxe. Lifting from tho
tuble waistcoat, something dropped from
the pocket to the floor. She picked it up.
1t was n small miniature case, open; and
painted on the ivory was Eva DIarston's
face.
A smile, gentle and plying, came on
her lip.
lie did love me, then-really love me
and would not seek me with tho herd of
fortune hunters and that Is the reason |
havo missed him SO long.
"Arrah, miss, here is the dochtcr!"
"Stop Linn, Mary. l will 20 in hero.
Remember, Mary, you don't know my
nameP ~ and Eva went into another room,
vacant, and adjoining that Of the invalid's
The door stood ajar, aud Dir. Stanlcy's
nrst exclamation reached her ears.
"Flarold have found you al last and
IN such place as this2'
'Eya's eyes ranged over the capabilities
of the room In which she stood, and she
nodded. ut will do-largcr and better
Than the other, but poor place at best"
The next day when DR.. Stanley called
10 sec his patient, Mary, with pardonable
pride, ushercd HIM into the room that had
been vacant before. A soft carpet was Oh
tho floor, and fire in tho crate. Soft
muslin curtains, snowy white, draped the
window. The bed could scarcely be recog-
nzed, with Its pure white pillows, count
erpane and shee 8. A little table stood be-
side tho bed, with the medicines The doctor
had ordered, and u decanter of cooling
drink
"Ihc lady, Sc mind l told you Of, that
slnt ye to Terry" said Mary. I'VE ur-
ranged tho room yesterday, and my good
man and moved him in today, 80 she'll
find him here when she comes. It's
asleep he's been for better than four hours,
sir
Two hours later Hurold was asleep, but
then he opened his eyes. The cold, cheer
less room was changed, as If by enchant-
ment; and (Harold thought he was dream
lnR) an angel face bent over him, with
plying eyes, and a tender smile, tender as
u mothers over her child.
'Eva!" ho whispered, 'oh, that l
could die In such dream, and never wake
to tho bitter, hopeless love! Let me die
now /"
Was it q dream, that sweet, low voice
answering him2
Harold, you will not die you will
live for me Your genius shall he rccog-
niHed, your PICTURES sought. No m3rc
struggling for life, but only for fame!"
And the tears fell as she spoke.
Dr. Stanley stood in the doorway, re-
cognizcd the ball room bcllo, and the OBJ
5ccL Of his friends long, silent hopeless,
love.
Softly he glldcd down the stairs, for he
knew that better medicine than he could
was within the patients grasp
And the world said, Just think OF Eva
Marston, itch, and such belle, marrying
Harold Graham, the artist, who was us
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