Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1883-06-21

springing to his feet, "tbat girl is ,he
sweetest and best woman man ever gased
upon. Could 1 betray hers Am I not
your son ?"
"Bless you, rickl feel you are my
son, and L know you are true fell
low. One thing more"
!" Well, 1 listen"
Promise me that you will never look
upon Trixy Browns face again"
"a strange wish, father
have other attaInnlenIs for you,
my boy. Beside, there were other
women, fair, beautiful, more worthy"
"Of that we will not speak, inter
rupted Dick.
"Some other time, then, my son; but
you do not promise"
"Well, since you will have it. To-.
Dick thought a minute-':I promisc
never to look upon the face of Trixie
Brown again,
Bless you, Dick, i know you will be
cured Of this foolish fancy when YOU
come back from your books again." rap
turously exclaimed Mr.. Lisle, graspiug
his sons hand and shaking it warmly.
IN the morning Dick went back to the
college, and the two Old people were
lonely without the merry laugh and
bright face of their boy.
A month passed, and one day one of
the farm hands came running to Mrs.
Lisle, aud told lies that the master had
been thrown from his horse. The door
is pisshed open, and two of the men enter
bearing between them the inanimate
form of the master.
A broken limb is the most serious of
Mr.. Lisles injuries. He is fretful for
days aud nights, and the patient wife is
well nigh worn out. He will not let her
send word of the accident to Dick. for
he says it will only break up the boys
stuuies.
a form comes across the meadows one
morning, and walks to the front door of
the mansion.
Can [ sec Mrs. Lisle2"
"Stcp in. Who shall say it is p"
asked the servant, as she ushered the
visitor into the hail.
"Trixy Brown, pleasa.'
"Sit down Miss Brown" said tue
servant. She went to Mrs. Lisle's room.
where the la,ly was taking short rest.
Miss Trixy Brown wishes to see
you.
What! Now there will be-. Tell
Miss Brown to step up Lure," faltering,
said the lady.
The door OPENS, and 'Irixy stepped
into the beautifully furnished room.
"Child, sit down here by me. Now
what can ] do for you, my dear 2"
"Can l help you i'll auy way, Mrs
Mrs. Lisle? Mother sent me to ask"
shyly said Trixy.
Why, my little dear, what could you
do?" ~
" Mother said that people with broken
bones are fretful, that they grow tired
quite easlly. She said might offer to
help You please and.comfort Mr.. Lisle."
But in what way, my dear a''
I" | can read to him, sing 10 him, and
can smooth his pillow. Perhaps the
change might be agreeable, uttered the
girl.
Little one, it shall be as you wish.
But first let me warn you: Yout's Will.
/ fear, be IL thankiess task, for Mr.. Llsle
is quite hard TO please"
''Oh, may j try? L would dearly
like to help you!"
Tue kind old lady drew the pretty girl
to her breast aud kissed her brow. |
wonder did Trixy guess that her dear
lady knewall?
The old gentleman is sleeping. Mrs.
Lisle has just left the SICK room, and
Trixy is seated by the bedside.
She is watching the soft sunshine rs it
filters upon the carpet, sifted through
the tree branches.
She is thinking of Dick, her Dick far
away now, with his books, and sho is
wondering il lie, too, is thinking OF
her.
She turns her face towards the bed
two sharp eyes meet her gaze. The old
man is awake and has been gllzlng ut her,
she don't know how long.
Who are you?"
" Please, sir, am, am"
Well, who?" not unkinJly uttered
Mr. Lisle.
I'm rrixy," softly uttered the fair
one, blushiug shyly.
:" You live Just over the meadow p"
Yes, sir; do you wish me to go now q"
asked she rising.
:" No; sit down again. am fretful,
guess, ana L know it is tiresomo work
for my wife to wait on me and take up
with my-well, you see, sick folks are
not always patient"
Yes, sir, think so.
What do yea know of sick folks, lit.
tie oue?" asked the old man.
Mother was sick, very sick once, and
] nnrsed her. But she was very patient,
sir.
:" Well L am au old man; you know
old peoples bones do not knit rapidly,
VIII you stay here aud help my wife to
take care of me till lean get around ?"
The very thing Trixy desired. She
had intended to extend her assistance TO
him; and he had invited her.
"Oh, ] should like it very much, / as
sure you"
But your mother? ?"
L can go over nights and return in
the morning." said 1'rixy.
's | can't spare You. Your mother
must come here nights. There, say no
more about it. The arrangements is set
tied"
How Trixy's bright face cheered the
old mau's hours of care and pain. How
her soft voice filled his heart with peace
and eased his trouble away, as she read
and sung to him.
!" Mother," said he one morning, as he
ssas seated in the library with his limb
resting upon chair, "I'm about well
now, and-and Pm just the least mite
sorry"
"Sorry; what an idea. Why2" re-
turned the old lady.
''The little girl, Trixy, will be needed
no longer when l can help myself"
"Oh, that's itl''
"Do you know I wish I could keep
her here always
But it would not do" said bis wife,
watching him furtivcly the while.
Why not ?"
Yes, Dick used to go over the mead
ow, remember. Mother, when will
the boy ccme home again? ?"
Let me see-why he will be here next
week-a Wednesday. I"
No more vas said upon the subject.
Wednesday arrived and Dick also.
SO Dick | want to gny somethinu tn