The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1882-06-01

tion," explained the doctor, keenly
Watching his companion's face, II
thought we'd best do it to satisfy the au-
Then they went straight to the head Of
the stairs that led to the dark, ELEVENTH
ated steeage. There the doctor paused
and checked Mr.. Raymond with his
hand.
81 wouldn't 80 down there" he said,
lightly; tits rather disagreeable place,
you know" Suddenly his face changed.
"Hark!" he said. And Mr.. Raymond
listened.
Family, sweetly, came a girlish voice
up out of tho darkness. Some one was
singing. All, if the roar of the wind and
dull breaking of waters against the bows
would but stop for one little moment!
Hark-they could hear the words now:
''Jesus, lover of my soul"
The doctor glanced again at Mr.. Ray
mond's face. It was blanchcG white as
the foam on the wave tops that could be
seen over the bulwarks as the ship rolled.
doctor, he said, ''let me pass. That
is my little girl, singing"
~, never mind" said the doctor, still
holding his arm across the companion
way; '1'll 60 down and get her up"
doctor, why won't You let me-you
said"
The surgeon glanced over his shoulder
and saw that they were alone. Then he
looked the other full in the eye and
said. slowly.
'Becaus1 lt-is-smallpox."
'Then for Gods sake, let me 20 by!
Stand aside, I say, or III knock YOU down
and pass over YOU" For the tall. wiry
young doctor had placed himself before
him, and was directly blocking the
way.
you will do no such thing, sir. You
arc not strong enough to master me, and
if YOU try 1 will have you put in irons l
will 60 down and bring your daughter
up. She shall occupy my stateroom for
the rest of tho voyage. If her mother
chooses to share it with her. and keep
way from you until we land, she may
do 81. You can not sec her, and after
ward so back among the passengers"
While the pillows near me roll
Again the childish tones, with little
tired tremble in them, rose above the
sound Of the waters. Mr.. Raymond coy
erred his face with his hands for mo-
II cnt, then turned away.
. "Her mother will come" he said.
the doctor quickly descended the
ot"hS' lily oIcCIdSo WIS uANlucu ny
rough partitions into small compartments
around the sides of the open space in
the center. where were the dining tables
made of pine boards, once clean and
fresh, but now stained to a dingy brown.
In each compartment were six bcrths,
three OH q side, one over the other
These berths were filled with various
untidy heaps Of bed-clothing, as their
occupants had hurriedly left them in
tic morning, and tho air Of the whole
place WAS foul and sitting. In the fur
thest corner, on the edge of one Of the
wide berths, sa: Sue, her pretty brown
steamer hood thrown back on her shout
ders, holding the sick child in her lap.
bending over it, and rocking it to and
fro as she sung.
Pm glad you've come, DOCTOR" she
said simply. II was getting tired. Have
You found anybody to take care of this
little girl? Because if you haven't am
going to stay with her tonight"
"Do you know what is the matter with
eyes, sir; one Of the steerage passen-
gers told me. There, there, baby
and the little woman began again to sing
TO the child, who was turning restlessly
in her arms.
I will not say what made tho doctors
eyes shine just then. Incver saw doc.
tor cry, although l suppose they do
sometimes, like other people. at any
rate he turned his head away sharply,
and didn't say anything for half min.
ute; then he told Sue he would see if the
'hospital" was all ready, and would lie
back presently. In three minutes, he
thought.
Those minutes seemed very long to
Sue. Her arms ached, and her throat
was tired with singing and talking. And
the Sick child, being dressed in clothes
by no means clean Or dainty ut the be-
ginning of the voyage, and still less now.
was not SO pleasant to hold as the babies
Sue had loved to tend at home.
but lie took them in His arms" she
thought YEARLY; "and Palestine babies
were no nicer than steeragc babies,
guess" Then came thoughts Of
what might happen next. Would
she, too, be sick of that terrible disease?
Would it be for long time? Would she
There was no more sea" she went on,
to herself, as the ship lurched heavily
before the frcshening breeze. That's
good to think of. Only there wont be
any sunsets. Oh, if He would only come
walking OH the water, and make those
great waves stop, and-and-put out His
hand, and-cure-"
Sue felt great lump in her throat.
She heard the doctors step on the stairs.
Her head reeled with the long confinc-
mcnt and the foul air she had breathed.
She laid the baby gently on the bed. and
The next face she saw was her Mothers
she was in a funny little
sstateroom, which had, beside
the furnishings of her own
room, cosy shelf of books, comforta-
pie easy chair, and several small, but
brilliant, prints on the WALL The red
unset light Just struck through the win
dow, snd rested warmly on the pretty
white coverlet.
She felt to weak and tired to talk-that
is, by words. But dear me deaf and
dumb people are not the only ones who
talk with their fingers. Sue gave little
squeeze to her mothers hand, and sup
pose it would take something like halfa
page for me to write out what she said
by it. And her mother answered her
another half page, in the same way. On
ly she did more. She said:
'The baby is better, Sue. She is COM
fortably put to bed in the little ship's
hospital, and papa has found good-na-
tured Scotch girl to take care OF her.
The doctor says my little daughters nurs-
ing, this afternoon, saved his life"
I would like to tell you about the last
four days Of the voyage. How the cabin
passengers passed a vote of thanks to
Miss Sue Raymond, for her hcroism
and DEVOTION" and sent them by the
doctor. How the steerage passengers,
who did not know how to express them
selves in such fine language, were not
content with one message, but wayl:lid
the doctor everything he showed his
face among them, and sent their humble
thanks and blessings to the little volun-
tary prisoner; how, last of all, foremost
hand among the sailors rolled clumsily
up to Mr.. Raymond one morning, and
placed in his hand neat oil painting of
the.Samaria," upon which he had spent
all his spare time, and not q few shill-
ings and pence, during the last few
months, with the hope of selling it by
shares to the rich folks, on some voyage
when there was q large crowd aboard.
"P!ease give it to the young miss, sir,
he said" and tell her as how, if there's
that'n make the boys decent
when they're on shore, it'll be thinking