The Press., 1883-07-19

'sI wish the Palette club didn't meet this afternoon" she murmured, as she passed into the next room and began to unplait her long, thick, yellow braids. Her toilet was simple, but somehow it went forward slowly. She felt rather dull that day, and as she smoothed her hair in leis,lrely fashion, she hummed to herself |: ''Heigho! for the holly! Most friendship is feigning- @ Most loving mere folly!" : @
 So she went on, placidly pinning up her braids again, and never once dream ing of what had happened since she left the window, until her Cousin Mabel came bursting into the room with panic-strick- en face.
 "Joanna," she cried, hysterically, "come on downstairs ! One of the workmen has fallen off the new house and they've brought him over here'
 "Good heavens P Joanna exclaimed. ''Is he killed ?"
 q don't know" Mabel answered, with a burst of tears. "He's all covered with dirt and blood, and-and he just looks awful !" - Joanna went flying downstairs, and met the verge of mysteries.
  she cried. Good heavens I who would have dreamed of such thing And all these men with their muddy boots tramp ing over my carpet"
 ''Where have they taken him ?" Joanna interrupted, hastily, as she turned away with iA-disguised contempt.
 ''In the library, sobbed Mrs. Mowry. "Oh, don't know how you can bear to go in My nerves could not endure it.'''
 But Joanna pushed past her with prompt determination. As she entered the room she saw little horror-stricken group of men in blue blouses and overalls lowering about the lounge on which the injured man was lying. @"
 She took several steps toward them, and then low startled cry escaped her lips. It was the handsome young workman whose splendid physique she had admired only half an hour previous, and there he lay, white, crushed and bleeding.
 "Have you sent for doctor ?" she said, as she dropped on her knees beside the passive, insensible form.
 "Yes'm," answered one of the workmen who stood at his head. "We sent right off," -= tn 2 -+~--:E
 s'Who is this man ?'' she asked, quickly. "Where does he live ?' z = l;~El = 7 <l5
 IL names John Ware. He Is 8 new hand We don't know nothing about him. He was kind of bossy chap, and yet he didn't seem to know so alfred much either-did he, Eli ?, ..,..,.s,,s
 "Don't you know any of his friends ?' Joanna asked. 'Where does he live ?" j
 '''Deed, couldn't tell ye, ma'am. I don't know nothing about him."
 The doctor came and his verdict was a grave one. Joanna came out of the libra " with aGpale, resolute face.
 ''Aunt Margaret" she said, quietly, "they are going to take him up to my room." Eqk&EEfES
 "What r Mrs. Mow1rys screamed in a spasm of hysterical horror. ''Joanna, are you mad ?' ~s S'' -'.S-4 'sl .@.-5s SS * <. t "He says he has no friends in the city :: and anyhow, the doctor says it might be fatal to move him from the: house. The slightest jar makes him suffer unspeakable agony" s..sr.,..i,r a ,f for us to keep him here. Think of the the expense. He's only a laboring man, and" 7 ''''' =''
 "I will bear whatever expense his being here may entail upon you. ."
 "But suppose he dies on your hands Or he may lie here for months For heaven s sake, send him to the hospital !" FEeE
 "I cannot think of doing anything so inhuman. He may occupy my room Aunt Margaret. Do not distress yourself about it. I will see that he does not occasion you the slightest annoyance. re4 a
 So John Ware was installed in the little bedroom back of the studio, and the doc tor came and went for weeks before it twas really known that the patient would re- cover.
 Joanna nursed him with untiring devo-
 f'You really think he will get well now ?" she said, with womanly tears in her eyes.
 The doctor took her hand and pressed it warmly. ''Yes," he answered. thanks to you Y
 The patient had been sleeping, but now he opened his eyes and they shone with 8 glad welcome as they fell upon the pale, sweet face of Joanna.
 ''I was just saying, my young friend, ]" observed the doctor, releasing Joanna's slim fingers to take up John Wares finely shaped hand, which was white as marble --sI was just saying that you owe your life more to Miss Blight than you owe it to me.
 The handsome fellow gave her look so full of gratitude that it was almost admi- ration.