The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-07-14
THE DOCTORS FALL.

VII uCtlIl SylldDleu Il SllNpry voice.
with soft emphasis. ''I wish something
would happen!'
1t was dull at the Tamaracks, the
great house and wide acres Of grassland
belonging to Phcbc's grandfather, old
Squire Rane.
Thrifty jimmy would sci the house in
Order by nine O'Clock, and retire TO hor
Dedroom adjoining the kitchen to braid
straw, after which there would be 10
sound on the premises for hours.
The midday lunch would be eaten as
III dream, supper appear by enchant-
ment.
So, without hustle or life, were the
quiet days at the Tamaracks.
The squire was old, and did not like
noise, and old jimmy was used to his
ways.
1t seemed to eighteen year-old Phebe
sometimes that the rust of this life was
eating into her very soul.
She had come from New York an or
phan two years before, and because her
grandfather graciously gave her home,
had earnestly sought to adapt herself to
the ways of the house.
Yet but 1ur the garden size would
have died.
The garden Was beautiful with its
Towering shrubbery, and vines Of rose,
woodbme, and trumpet-llower.
The beds she could do as she chose
With, SO the siiiiiT0 said.
So she had bOrdered them with pinks,
and set them full OF verbenaS and gc-
Taniums.
She had triangle Of hearts ease,
and circle OF violets, and there was q
little arhor, covered with blue wisteria,
wherein she sat to sew, and wherein she
had made her grandfather Il whole set
OF fine shirts.
But the shirts were done, the gera-
NUNS and heart'S-caSe cultivated to
the last degree of perfection, and the
August days began to seem interlnin-
able to Phcbe.
She put tho yellow old sitting-room
in order, and then sat down idly in il
until she was almost crazy.
She went to walk along the roads,
and believed she could hear the trees
growing in the stiffness.
She read the entire volume Of Watts
hymns, and wrote letters to all her old
School-triendS.
Then it seemed as if something must
happen, or she would commit some des-
perate act.
Pretty little Phebe she looked as
forlorn as she felt, sitting in corner
OF big, high-backed, yellow damask
armchair, her slender, sllppered feet OH
il quaint, round footSlOOl, her piQuaint
face III the shadow Of her fair, ripping
halr-all III "lOVe-lOckS''-her cherry
mouth dropped at the corners.
And the weather was bad enough to
be to blame for half of it-braZen hot
days, fortnight Of them, with not II
drop of rain.
No wonder our little maid was nerve
less and sad.
But while pretty Phcbe sat adroop in
the big yellow armchair, there was a
change i'll the sky.
a troop OF dark clouds came sailing
up from the west, and a restless wind
began TO Stir the woodbinc about the
easement.
Phebe lifted herself with q brighter
look, as the drops began to patter down
the drops OF u hurlying shower.
1t began to pelt the garden with Il
good will, while the thunder rolled
ominously, and the lightning's "tromu-
lOuS Skenis" grew broader, until its
glare filled the yellow sitting-room pain
1ully from time to time.
But Phebe was not nervous or timid,
borrowed no trouble or fear, and finally
the tumult of the shower abated.
1 he woodblne, bright, green, and
glowing again, seemed trying to shake
little murmur Of thankfulness from
among its multitude of leaves, Willie
there lloated up such al incense from
the garden, that a look of pleasure
dawned in Phcbe's eyes, bringing back
their blue.
Suddenly, on the wide hall stairs,
was heard the tramp of heavy feet, and
as the young girl started upln surprise,
two men entered, and land IL hIeless
form at her feet.
Something had happened with ven-
geance.
The two laborers who had borne this
burden stepped back silently.
Squire kane's field hanus, though ig-
nOrant enough, were not without feel
ing, and the calm white face, without
lite or motion, save for the pleasant
bleeZe stirring the eboh curls on the
white forehead, was sad enough.
HE'S young, isn't her" whispered
one OF the men; ''but guess he's done
tor fast enough.
Here comes the squire.'
Phebo, in her involuntary terror, had