The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1883-04-19

don't have friends and nurses of their
own. So, you see, | am not inexperi-
enced in this business -
'''Sisters of the Suffering" repeated
Wyatt slowly. eyes, it is sweet name
"a name that sounds gratefully on
ones ear. Miss Bessie, if my mother
were living-if she could be here-I
think she would thank you as don't
know how to do.
cob" said Bessie brightly, sit is early
for thanks yet! Wait little
Down into the Valley of the Shadow
poor Laurence Wyatt went-close. close
TO the black waves where life and love
drift forth so often to return never
more.
But he recovered at last, and DR..
Stouben said that it was, under Provi-
dence, owing to Bessie Barton's kind
nursing and ceaseless care.
And he went away to his distant home
for rest and change; and Mrs. Munger
drew long sigh and remarked: ITO be
sure, what a relief it was"
Bessie dear she said to her niece
with sudden access of tenderness, ''you
We're speaking of ten-dollar bill your
mother sent you to spend. I've a
chance to get a great bargain in con-
sole mirror for the best drawing-room, if
could scrape a little money together.
Suppose YOU lend it to me for few
weeks only
Bessie colored; her eyelids dropped.
ooh, Aunt Munger, l cannot, she
said ''Lgave it to Laurence Wyatt.
He could not pay up his board-bill with
out it. and-''
.'Gave it to Laurence Wyatt, indeed!"
shrilly exclaimed the clearinghouse
keeper.
''And he took it from you?''
''He borrowed it, Aunt Munger"
you'll never see it again." said Mrs.
Munger angrily. Bessie, you are a
fool!'5
And she founced out of the room in o
passion. The next day she would not
speak to her niece; and Adeliza and
Medora went about with faces of grim
disapproval.
If Bessie must throw her money about
why couldn't she have thrown it in the
direction OF the family-cotfers?
From that day everything seemed to
90 wrong in the Munger household. Bad
debts grew worse. The stout couple
went to Europe-the editor married and
set up hearthstone of his own.
One by one the desirable boarders
dropped away, while their places were
taken by snowy impostors, who depart
ed, leaving behind them trunks full
of stones carefully muflled in red tlan-
mel.
And Mrs. Munger was gloomily con-
| templating sheriff's sale, when one day
a carriage rolled up to the door and out
! stepped gentleman in sable furs and
costly dress.
Don't you know me, Mrs. Munger,
and Bessie?" said he; 81 am Laurence
Wyatt! And I've come to pay my debts.
Don't look at me SO strangely. l am
not an apparition. Only my uncle from
| Chicago has adopted me, and I am to
enter the mining business with him. He
has settled liberal allowance upon me,
and I am rich man now"
Mrs Munger sighed sepulchrally.
you've no debts here, Mr.. WYATT"
said she; .'it's all settled up to date
But if you know of any eligible parties
looking out for good board
Yes, of course l will recommend
them, said Laurence frankly; ''but-
my aunt is out here in the carriage and
she wants to see the young lady who
saved my life-Bessie Barton"
So Bessie, blushing and frightened,
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