Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1881-02-10


ly shadow of her vail, as she walked
rapidly along the silent streets.
ut was all nonsense, said Jeanie to
herself; ''he never was fond of me, and
he'll care less THAI ever now that he
has that Miss Rena Nicholson to amuse
him. I've got my living to earn and 1
may just as well lay aside other ideas
first as last"
~Croup, is itY And Jeanie Cath
cart started up in her bed, at the ter
rified face of Rena Nicholson. "And
Mrs. Ducklands gone to Maine, and the
master away from home! What does
the nurse say?
''She don't know a thing about itp'
stammered the terrified Rena. "She
was never nurse at all before she came
here, only laundress."
ell be ready directly" said Jeanie
springing TO her feet and beginning to
dress with rapidity. "My little BROTH
er used to be croupy; nc fear but / will
know how to manage him"
And 50, when Mr.. MOreton arrived
from his wearisome journey, Just as the
gray of the dusk and the crimson Of
the dawn were contending i'm the sky,
he found Jeanie Cathcart sitting in the
nursery, with little Robbie in her lap,
and heard from the doctor that the
young seamstress' skill and presence of
mind had probably saved his life.
''It wasn't much could do. sir" said
Jeanie. coloring and modest; "but am
used to such things. and 1 was too
thankful to be of use"
Somehow they made heroine out of
simple Jeanie Cathcart; and Sandy
McEvOy, the scales seeming suddenly to
fall from his eyes, questioned within
himself how 1t was that he had never
noticed how pretty and ladylike she had
grown.
''She isn't like the rest of EN-"
thought Sandy. "But then her father
was a minister of the kirk, and gave
her a real good education. 1 wonder
now, how a small select school
would go. with me at its head? could
teach spelling and arithmetic, know /:
and she for the other branches. 1t
would be more genteel; but whether
there would be more moneyto be made,
or not"
And Sandy clipped vigorously away
Mt the young shoots of the Bourbon
rose tree he was pruning. 1t was GER
tainly a matter worthy Of serious con-
sideratiOn.
The idea had been put into his head
by seeing Jeanie, in her pretty green
gingham dress, sitting ON the lawn.
with the little children around her
MIR. Morton would trust them to no
body's care but hers nOw-and "the
master himself smoking on the piazza ;
Tor the establishment had now been
moved into its country quarters, on the
syvan shores of the Hudson river.
And Jeanie. with the red gold lights of
her hair all irradiated by the afternoon
sunshine. and her cheeks flushed with
damask pink-no more freckles now
did look pretty enough to agitate even
the shallow nature of the head gardener.
"You're sure they're not firing YOU.
JeanieY said Mr.. Moreton kindly.
"Oh, no, sirF' She looked up bright
ly. ats like the old times, when l had
little sisters and brothers of my own,
playing round the Manse door, in bon
ME Scotland"
She said no more, for Mr.. Moreton
seemed TO be falling into reverie.
with slightly contracted brows. and
eyes iixed-absently, of course-on her
own face.
"Jeanie, are you going IMP"
Sandy McEvoy spoke suddenly, as
Jeanie Cathcart brushed by him i'm the
next evenings twilight.
stop minute, Jeanie, please! 1
want to speak to YOU"
He could scarcely see her face in the
purple gloom, with the fire-hies flash
ing athwart it momentary sparks Of
brilliance, but there was strange
culver in her voice as she answered
him:
"Im in hurry Sandy; but say what
you're wanting to-"
at can't be said in hurry though, ("
stammered Sandy awkwardly. "Jeanie
we used To be fond of each other i'm the
old times"
"UsedI" echoed JeaDie n little bitter
ly. "But things are changed now.
Sandy; your manner has told me that a
thousand times"
Not so much as you think for
Jeanie, persisted Sandy stOutly, and
yet with the air of one willing to con-
fer an infinite favor. "Pm willing TO
marry you tomorrow, Jeanie, IL you'll
only say the worif"
Brighter than the fire-Aies flashed
out her eyes in the growing dusk: he
could see the Multiplying, half-con-
tcmptuOus smile ipon her lips.
"Tm obliged to you. Sandy, butt
happen to be engaged"
ITO be marTied?'
"Yes, to be marriedr'
Sandy stood a moment in discomfit-
ted silence before he could ask further:
II suppose You won't tell me who it's
toY"
Il don't know why 1 should no" /"
Jeanie answered quietly. ~To Mr..
MoretonF'
Sandy fairly jumped. "Why, Jeanie,
you'll be mistress of us ALL Mr.. More
toms wifel Who ever dreamed of such
good luck for you?"
And Sandy McEvoy felt that the cup
Of his rejection had within its bitter
ness the added drop of envy.
But Jeanie Cathcart's heart was full
only of humble thankfulness that God
had been so good to herl
Every Time.
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