Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1884-02-23

away; physician wishes to speak to her-proba-
bly, give his orders fer the night. She hastens
to the office. where he is waiting.
Miss Stanton here is telegram from up
town. You know Dr. Gansevoort, presume:
tie wants you to attend a patent"
us there no one else who can go? never
take outside cases if can avoid it."
positively no one and as he specifies you ]
should not like to disappont him.
Wei. then, shall have to go, suppose; but
what is the nature Of the casei"
AN accident"
Can you supply my place heres"
y es. We shall have to double the duties"
With the prOmptness of custom no more ques-
lions were asked and in few moments Miss
stanton was on her way up 5th avenue As
sine rolled along in the darkness with only the
street lamps occasionally lifting it. her thoughts
were as calm and cool as if sh. had been a belle
to whom the trinmphs of ball room We're an
old story: but she knew that she had need of all
her courage and all her resources. TIE car
rage stopped before a great gloomy brown
stone house, and the door was Instantly opened
by waiting fOotman. Over the marble hall
ana up the oaken stairway and under tapestries
and velvet hangings she ushered into an
arte-chamber. where. quickly dvesting herself
OF her wraps, she waited. In few moments
pr. Gansev0Ort appeared and briefly re lated all
that had happened, all that was required. The
man had been thrown from his Garbage. caus-
ing fracture OF both legs-they had been set
there was nothing to do now but to watch most
carefully.
Miss Stanton entered the room. TWAS superb
in ali its appointments. Though the light was
low. the carved wood. the frescOes. the. glitter
OF cut-glass and brass, and the luxuriant diyans
were all apparent Rather different from the
bare walls OF the hospital ward were these
beautiful reaches OF landscape and rare interiors
In their rich frames; but all the same. as on the
narr W hospital cots, here among the r,lffies and
lace Of dOwny pillows was human sufferer,
glasses and towels and sponges and all the APP
nur1enances for surgery were abont-neahs
i"r relieving the terrible agony which in hos
pltai or palace pursues its victim. With
notebook and pencil, walls and written
orders. Miss Stanton took her place at the
bedside. The sufferer was asleep, his face hid
den IN the clothes. Strange to say. she had. not
silent watch her thoughts returned to her girl.
hood. to the far-of home of her youth. which
she had left when happy. thoughtless child for
the abode of wealth and luxury from which she
had been thrust forth as unworthy and DISC
bedient? How long the years of study and dis
appointment and hard work seemed and how
well she remembered all the chilling rebuffs she
had met from the day her aunt had spoken those
cruel words. and she had taken refuge with her
old friend, Mrs. Russell. whose influence and
interest had at last secured her position in
the training school for nurses! All it was no
easy task she had taken upon herself; but how
tranquil and assured now her life had become
since she had been her own mistress, and filed
e.,
aunt had renowned and denounced her and her
Cousins never even spoke to her. Frank only
was her friend.
Just then with moan her patient awoke and
fixed his eyes upon her. What shock thrilled
her as he looked and looked again! How we'll
she knew those eyes! Though years and his
deep slumber had disguised him she now was
conscious that she was I'm the presence of the
man who had once offered her his love- Why
had Frank sent for her? What was the mean
n Or nj
she flee? All these questions rushed for an an
swer. but long habits Of self-restraint Gained
her, and with gentle touch she assayed some
little movement for discomfort hoping he would
not recognize her. But she was mistaken;
hot hand was laid on hers. and familiar voice
said: You have come. l knew you would"
Yes, ! am nurse. Come in response to
your physicians Order.'
NO; yon put it wrongly; you are Teresa
Stanton. come because I, Leroy Jones, sent for
you"
Not at all; I would have come to an utter
stranger, did come just that way. Now let
Inc quiet you"
Il have You at last; that is all I want Do
you Know, have never loved anyone else
never. You were quite right not to marry me;
deuce Of a life you'd have led
Hush. hush. you are injuring yourself" size
si'd softly, trying TO stop his impetuoHs talk.
but he was not to be stopped, he had grasped
her hand and was kissing it.
L
to the end Of my rope Put your hand here on
my heart How is it going?-tast. like trip
hammer? 1t will stop soon. But have you to
look at aaAin. See" and he drew out little
locAet from beneath his pillow, where it lay be-
side his watch and trnkets; 'ths is all have
had these ten years Do you know yourself to
be that girl! Isn't she a beauty But let me
look at you. Turn on the gas. No, don't leave
me either: you might not come back. You are
altered. Tessie; but you are lovely woman
XjS
What poor stuff there was in me; but loved
you. Tessie and nOw-Oh, I've no pain. Don't
look so distressed. fear my time has come.
Nervous shock. you know. feel very weak.
Give me some brandy. Kiss me. Tessie."
1t is the 14th day of February, aud DR.. Ganse-
WORT is mounting the stairs of New York
boarding house. He has patient on the top
floor for whom he has more than scientific in
terest, and as he enters the room, which he has
at last reached. he looks with anxiety towards
the dOrmer window filled with flowers. The
patient is standing there with a watering can
ana scissors tending her plants His anxiety Is
relieved when he sees the little tinge of color on
his patients face and the glad bright glance she
gives him.
$50 YOU are better to-day" he says. taking
the offered hand and giving it kindly pressure.
Yes; L am getting quite strong again. 1
Shall soon be able to resume my duties"
You need not be in haste to do that Blythe
by do YOU know what day this is?''
"Oh, yes: there's my calendar. A woman Of
business must be accurate
"a woman of businesS-hum. It seems to me
you've been that long enough; but do you
know this is a day of sentiment day dedi-
Gated to saint whose shrine is the human
hearth"
"oh, Frank" was the laughing remonstrance
you seem to think am little beside my
self, but as AIN bearer of dispatches /
thought best to prepare for what is coming"
And lie drew from his pocket sealed enve-
Opc
WHIST! valentine for me.'
'Reaiiy, don't know what you'll call it. Per-
haps being such business woman you may re-
gard it as bill, receipt for services rendered,
&C., &C."
1t certainly was valentine, tinted and per-
fumed, rOse-wreathed and lace papered, and
the verses were as tender as the song Of the
nightingale. But what fell fluttering to the
fOorl
A bit of plain white and black paper-a scrap
from check-boOk. with Pay to Teresa Stan
toms order" on It, and $50 GOO in the corner
The smiling face became grave, the soft, brown
eyes filled and bent q silent questioning gaze
upon Frank.
"It's none of my doing, Teresa, as you see.
Leroy's an altered man. He has always loved
you. and now seeks to show his gratitude for all
your kind care"
But, Frank, l cannot accept this-unless-
unless"
you also accept the giver," said Frank,
smiling, as he finished the sentence for her
THAT Is just what he wants, Teresa. / am a
poor diplOmatist, az you see, for l ought to
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