Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1881-02-17

forehead; and the deep set eyes were hazel,
large and full and the features delicate
Usually the face was pale, but now II was
crimson with fever. The eyes too, fierce
and wild. But, even with all this, the
face was beautiful with IN almost unearthly
beauty. In that poor, low room, Eva,
with her sombre dress and radiant beauty,
came like plying angel. She gave one
glance at the invalid's face, and then
crossed In the room to his side
eva" said the sick man; EVA !"
drawing back. But the young man moaned
her name again, and then broke forth in
wild delirious rawlings.
Mary said Eva ''send Patrick to me.
| will find pencil and paper.
Mary left the room and Eva turned to
the 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 so 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 desolate room
look more homelke. Lifting from the
table waistcoat, something dropped from
the pocket to the floor. She picked 1t up.
1t was IL small miniature case, open; and
painted on the ivory was Eva Marston's
face.
A smile, gentle and pitying, came on
her lip.
lie did love me, then-really love me
and would not seek me with the herd OF
fortune hunters and that is the reason
have missed him so long.
"Arrah, miss, here is the dOchter !"
''Stop him, Mary. ! will 30 in here.
Remember, Mary, you don't know my
name !" and Eva went into another room,
vacant, and adjoining that of the lnvalid's.
The door stood ajar, aud MIR. Stanley's
first exclamation reached her ears.
"lIarold have found you at last, and
in such place as this
"Eva's eyes ranged over the capabilities
of the room in which she stood, and she
nodded. 1T will do-larger and better
than the other, but poor place at best
The next day when DIR. Stanley. called
to see his patient, Mary, with pardonable
pride, ushered HIM into the room that had
the floor, and fire in the CRATE. Soft
muslin curtains, snowy white, draped the
window. The bed could scarcely be recog-
nized, with It's pure white pillows, count
erpane and shee,s. A little table stood be-
side the bed, with the medicines the doctor
had ordered, and decsnter Of cooling
drink.
"The lady, sc mnd l told you of, that
STINT We to Terry" said Mary. I'VE ar
ranged the room yesterday, and my good
man and moved him in today, 50 she'll
find him here when she comes. It's
asleep he's been for better than four hours,
sir"
Two hours later Harold 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
ing) an angel face bent over him, with
plying eyes, ami tender smile, tender as
mothers over her child.
"Eval" he whispered, ''oh, that l
could die in such dream, and never wake
to the bitter, hopeless love! Let me die
now |"
Was it dream, that sweet, low voice
answering himl
Harold, you will not die You will
live for me Your genius shall be recog-
niHed, your pictures sought. No mure
struggling for life, but only for fame"
And the tears fell as she spoke.
DIR. Stanley stood in the doorway, re-
cognized the ball room belle, and the ob-
ject of his friends long, silent hopeless,
love.
Softly he ghded down the stairs, for he
knew that a better medicine than he could
prescribe was within the patients grasp.
And the world said, "Just think OF Eva
Marston, rich, and such belle, marrying
Harold Graham, the artist, who was as
poor as a church mousel"