The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1884-07-09

cftastily dressed girls from one d
the village hotels.
And Nellie felt an access Of Bit
terness in her heart at,the thought
that one day this gay, laughing
young man, who only appreciated
wealth and style, would be master
Of the dear home she had lost.
"You avoid US, Miss Loomis,' Y
said Frank on the very next morn
ing, as the two chanced to meet at
Buxton Creek. "You never give
US a nod and q smile as you pass.
Has anything my uncle may have
said in regard to that wretch
ed little saucepan aught to do with
the matter9s
"By no means,e was the frigid
reply "That.gas too slight an
affair 70 be worthy Of temem-
brance."
"Please explain, them" an hon
est trouble in his dark eyes. "Haye
Idone anything to ofiendP"
"No, it is nothing. Why yex
yourself about a triae2 You have
many friends in the village, doubt
less, who are congenial, and who
enjoy your companionship."
"As you donot, | am led to in.
fer" he replied, bitterly, as he
left"
~ intend to enjoy myself"
thought Nellie, defantly, a few
nights later, Notwithstanding the
proximity Of those two gentle.
man."
"Mamma, it is lovely out here
in the moonlight. Old Cog and
Magog are staring down stonily at
me, and the pine trees on the slope
look like darkey ghosts. What
shall | sing for you2" tuning her
guitar. "'oft in the Silly Night
would be appropriate"
"Twas a very sweet, tender voice
that lifted forth the old song. Then
followed: "The Last Link is Bro
ken," Why do / Love Thee" and
others, until the night was filed
with music.
"oh, Nellie" said her mother,
as she entered the tent, II forgot
to tell you that Mr.. Castleman, sr.,
called this afternoon while you
we're at the spring. He made
quite a visit, admired our bright
porch, and asked me to call when
he left"
"Perhaps he is sorry he spoke so
unkindly when l was there" said
Nellie, with a sudden sense Of com.
passion for the sick, lonely man.
But soon all thoughts of Mr..
Castleman, ST., and his tantalizing
nephew were merged into that
beautiful sleep which comes only
to the just, and to campers in Col
orado.
"A1iss LoOmisI Miss Loomisl" she
heard an anxious voice call through
the mist Of her dreams, and she
gave q startled answer,
"My uncle is very ILL.," the voice
continued. "Will it be- possible
for you to come and stay with him
while l go for the doctor2 Our
man has gone to Denver for the
horses"
"I will come Immediately. Go
right on to Manitou."
Mamma, ring this bell if you
need me-" she said on starting,
Mr.. Castleman's condition
brought her ability as nurse into
immediate requisition.
She built a FIRE in the camp.
stove, but, finding no vessel in
which. to boil water, bethought
herself suddenly of the returned
saucepan. "How glad / am
brought it back" she thought
gratefully, "for there is not one
moment to lose."
By the time the physician had
arrived, and constant applications
Of hot water to the patient, and
the immersion Of his feet in it, had
very much improved his condition.
The doctor commended in high.
est terms the course pursued by
the trembling little nurse, and
said that her speedy action had
saved the patients life.
A grateful glance from Mr.. Gas.
tleman, ST., and one of intense ad,
miration from Mr.. Castleman, Jr,,
fell upon her flushed face and shin
ing, dishevelOd hair at this state
ment.
ut was the saucepan" she cried,
impulsively. ~ could not have
heated the water but for IT,"