The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1882-02-16

| the features delicate. Usually the face
was pale. but now it was crimson will
fever. The eyes, too, fierce and wild
But, even with all this, that face was
beautiful with an almost unearthly
beauty. Into that poor, low room, Eva,
with her sombrc dress and radiant
beauty, came like a pitying angel. She
gave one glance at the invalid's face,
and then crossed the room to his side.
"Evan' said the sick man-''Eyar'
s'Hc knew me, she murmured, draw
ing back. But the young man moaned
her name again, and then broke forth
i'll 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 was to
her housekeeper, for pillows and sheets;
the other was To DR.. Stanley, who did
not conjecture who was the friend that
sent him so much practice among poor
patients. and saw that the young physi-
clan was well paid. ~.
Having dispatched Patrick with the
notes, Eva tried To make the desolate
room more home-like. Lifting from the
table Il waistcoat, something dropre.l
from the pocket TO the floor She pick
ed it up. 1t was II small miniature
ease. open; and painted on the ivory,
Eva Marston's beautiful face.
A smile, gentle and plying, came on
her lips. ~. ,.. f.l.
lie did love me, then-really love
me-;ind would not seek me with the
herd of fortune hunters who follow me
and that is the reason why L have miss
| ed him for SO long" 500.
''Arrah, miss, here's the doctherr'
'.Stop him. Mary. l Will go in here.
Remember, Mary. you don't know my
namer' and Eva went into another lit
tie room, vacant, and adjoining that of
the invalid's. The door stood ajar. and
DIR. Stanley's first exclamation after en-
tering reached her.
Harold! have found you at last,
and in such placeT'
Eva's eyes ranged over the capabili-
ties of the room in which she stood, and
she nodded, saying
s.It will do-larger and better than
the other, but a poor place at best"
The next day, when DIR. Stanley call
ed TO see his patient, Mary, with par
donable pride, ushered him into the
room that had been vacant before. A
soft carpet was on the floor, and n fire
snowy white, draped the window The
bed could scarcely be recognized, with
its pure white pillows, counterpanc, and
sheets. A little table stood beside the
bed, with the medicines, the doctor had
ordered. and a decanter of cooling
drink.
1.-The lady We mind told You of, that
sent ye to Terry" said Mary. 1--WE ar
ranged the room yesterday, and my
good man and moved him to-day. SO
she'll find him here when she comes.
It's sound asleep he's been for better
than three hours, sir.''
Two hours later Harold was still
asleep, but then he opened his eyes.
The cold, cheerlesS room was changed,
as if by enchantment; and QIarold
thought he was dreaming) an angel face
bent over him, with plying eyes, and
smile tender as mothers over her
child
''Evar' he whispered. ''Oh, that I
could die in such dream, and never
awake to the bitter, hopeless love! Let
me die now!''
Was it a dream, that sweet, low voice
answering him?
Harold, you will not die-you viii
live-live for me! Your genius shall be
recognized, your pictures sought. No
more struggling for life, but only for
famen'
And the tears fell as she spoke.
DR.. Stanley, standing in the doorway,
recognized the ballroom belle, and the
object of his friends long-silent, hope
less love. Softly he glided down the
stairs. for he knew that better mcdi-
cine than he could prescribe was within
the patients grasp.
And the world said: Just think of
Eva Marston, rich, and such a belle,
marrying Harold Graham, the artist,
who was as poor as q church mouser'