The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1882-07-05

HOW mucht MarFf said Eva, taxing
out her purse.
OH miss, you don't owe Mary Dennis
farden. There's the docther ye left the
money TO pay and the wood ye sipt and
the praies and milk aud the money 70
gave me last week sure, miss, it's in your
debt am for the rest Of your life"
'What gave Terence has nothing to do
/ witt, my bill. 4 said Eva, rapidly counting out
SOME money = . wv
Miss Eva, " said the poor Irish need
le-woman, and then stopped
"Welll Mary ~ IA q WoYRk@Hh
Sure, miss, you DO SO much good With
I your money. I'm ashamed to tell you--ss'iis {
Tell me what y M
Well miss it's about the Young gentle
man that's rinted my ROOM You mind
where the wilder died lastautpmn. He came
o week back, miss, and he niver came down
stairs for three days; SO this morning wint
up, and he's sick with a fever, out of his
head entirely, miss. II sou would come.
now
:" Wait, Mary I'll go with You" SO
He's dreadful poor, I think miss, for
it's precious little furniture nothing buta
bed, and a table, and chair, and no trunk at
all, but bit of carpet-bag"
Throwing of her silk wrapper, Eva put
on dark-gray dress and cloak, and added a
close silk bonnet with thick veil"
"Come Maryi'f ~ WV go
And the two left the house together.
In a low, close room. on a pallet-bed, lay
Mary Dennis's ledger. The face against the
coarse ticking pillow was such as one fan
cies for that of his fayorite poet. The hair
was dark, waving over broad, white fore
head, and the deep-set eyes were hazel large
and full, and the features delicate Usually
the face was pale, but now it WAS crimson
with fever 'flie eyes, toe, fierce and wild.
But even with all this, that face was beauti-
full with an almost unearthly beauty. Into
that poor, low room, Eva, with her somber
dress and radiant beauty, came like a pity
ing angel She gave one glance at the
inyalid's face, and then crossed the room to
bis side 2-ssAss sAias 3
"Eya.o snid the sick man. Eva.
He knows me, y she murmured, drawing
back. But the young man moaned her
name and then broke forth in wild, delir-
ious rawlings.
I i'Mary," said Eva, "send Patrick to me.
I viii 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 house,
keeper, for pillows and sheets; the other
was to DIR. Stanley, who did not conjecture
who was the friend that sent him SO much
practice among poor patients, and saw that
the young physician was well paid.
I Having despatched Patrick with the notes,
Eva tried to make the desolate room more
home-like Lifting from the table a waist
coat, something dropped from the pocket to
the floor. She picked 1t up 1t was a small
miniature case, OPEN and painted on the
ivory was Eva Marston's beautiful face,
| A smile, gentle and plying came on her
lips.
"He did love lne, then really loves mes=.
and would not seek me with the herd of for
tune-hunters who followed me and that ID
the reason Why I have missed him for rs
longy iSEEF ESVSbas
| 7 q ?. !.
| Arrah, miss, here's the doctorF
"Stop him, Mary 4 will, go IN here.
Remember, Mary you don't know my
| namel" and Eva. went into another little
| room, vacant, and adjoining that of the
| invalid's. sThe door stood ajar and DR.,
SANKEY'S first exclamation after entering
| reached her. 5u aHHsA aostt itia
Harold haveI found yoa at last and
In such placer ssNe'''''l ,5s&sAf
III e Eva's eyes ranged over the capabilities
| OF the room in which she stood, aud she
nodded, saying to .s5e,} .s0st Sq5Nt
1T will do-hrger and better than the
gother, bnt poor place ut best. dei's lal
The next day when DR. Stanley called to
see his patient, Mary with pardonable pride,
ushered him into the room fiat had been
vacant before A soft carpet was ON the
floor and a fire in the CRATE. Soft muslin
curtains, snowy white, draped the window.
The bed could scarcely be, recognized, with
! its pure white pillows, counterpane,s and
sheets. A little table stood beside the bed
with the medicines the doctor had ordered
and decahter of cooling drink, y.ssgw "
"The lady ye mind i2told you o., that
sent We TO Terrysu said Mary tive ar
ranged the room! yesterday J, ana my good
man and moved him in to-day, SO she'll
find Kim hereswlien she eones It's sound
asleep he'sbeen for betterthap three hours,
sir w 9asxaws
| =. Two hours later Harold was still asleep,
| bptthen he opened his eyes. the cold,
cheerless room was changed, as if by en-
.chantlnents md lIiarpM thonght be was
dreaming) on, angel face;Bent over him, with
plying eyes, and sm:.a tender as a moth
er's over her child ~. - sa.Ss ~ s
'ttEvain he whispered. sob, that l
could die in such a dream. and never awake
to the bitter. hopeless .lovsl Let me die
| now !" siaE si3sz& SE3 ffS 3 ia ssi
Was 1t dream, that sweet, low voice
answering him 81. .s.ass Is ssgsi Is
Harold, you viii not die--you will live
live for mel Your genius shall be rccog-
nized, your pictures sought No more
struggling for life, but only for fame y iss
| And the tears fell as she spoke.
| DR.. Stanley, standing in the doorway,
recognized the ballroom belle, and the OBJ.
jsct of his friends long silent, hopeless love-.
Softly be glided down the stairs; for be
knew that d better medicine than he could
prescribe was within TIE patients grasp.
And The world mid ssJust think Of Eva
Marston, rich, and such q belle, marrying
Harold Graham, the artist, who was as poor
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