Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1884-07-11
TUESDAY, 22D)

tnlng Is needed in the night. This is all
wrong, and I shall protest.
TUESDAY, 22D)
nave protested.
" ~, will break downW 1 told her.
"lhat is my affair."" she said coldly.
Ihen, as if repenting her of the speech:
l. am quite strong, and equal to a greater
straln than this is likely to be. The bow
mas grown used to me, and would not
yn!lVe under two nurses" smoothing his
mar With her shapely white hand, ring.
less, | noticed.
l set my lips but made no further objec-
tion. II she chooses to kill herself. let
her. 1t is her affair, as she said.
Miss THURSDAY HUE 24TH.]
haste, and luckily the summons cane at
noon SO that could answer at once. The
boy Is delirious, and I found jerry and
MISS Lowell using their utmost efforts to
Keep him in bed. He seemed to recognize
on his forehead. he ceased struggling,
though he was still much excited.
lows funeral" he said. .He's been work
in in the office, and he hasn't got a friend
in the world except a little bit of a sister
now he's dead, and nobody's got time to 90
to his funeral except them, and they can't
cause it's so far they CAN'T walk. DON'T
you think somebody ought to go?"
He grew quiet for a moment and then
SAD, muslngiy: Haven't ever a little
and Miss Lowell would go"
Then, his defirium returning upon him
with full force, he made an effort to leave
the bed, exclaiming: ~ don't care if 1 am
docked-pm going to see that little shaver
into the ground, if nobody else will: it
amt right to let him go down there with.
out any of his friends to stand by him!
S'pose it was you, would you like it?
Course you wouldn't! Well, neither does
he, 'caus l tell you he knows, and he sees
there ain't anybody goin' with him."
His voice dropped, and he went on grave.
ly: set must be lonesome down there in
the ground-I wouldn't like to be in his
place, but then-where's Miss Lowell? Oh,
here she is! Didn't you say the knowin'
and the feelin' part Of him was somewhere
elser
Eyes, Harry" she answered, coming to
the bedside, che doesn't care any more for
his body than for an old suit OF clothes.
He is perfectly happy where he is! Try
to &c to Sleep now-the doctor will help
AS the hot, bloodshot ewes of the bow
sought mine, I quickly took Miss Lovell's
place, and again laid my hand On his head.
He muttered incohsrently for a while and
fell into an uneasy sleep. Jerry left the
room, and in a few moments I turned to
speak to Miss Lowell, and found she had
also left us. AS my glance came back to
my patient, it crossed a mirror opposite
the bed, and I saw that she had seated her.
self on the sofa in the little room .adjoin-
ing, and that, as she leaned back, tears
were running slowly down her cheeks.
"she is worn out" I thought. ''This
must BIZ stopped"
When I came to go, I paused a moment
after giving my directions and said: "Who
is,your family physician, Miss Lovelly"
N one; we have never needed one,"
she answered, adding: ''If we did, we
should call in my uncle, I suppose"
"And if you are not very CAREFUL" 1
said, warningly,. che will have to be called
in very soon. I know you nave virtually
forbidden me the subject, but my con-
science will not allow me to be still when
I see your nerves failing you"
"How do you know that they are?" She
spoke hesitatingly, as il she began to see
that there might be reason in my protests.
~ saw you crying a while ago."
The words can not have sounded so
abrupt as they look, for she did not seem
startled nor offended at what bore the sem.
blance of espionage.
81 CRIED" she said, slowly, "because I
was thinking of what Harry said. 1t
seemed to make me realize for the first
time that there are people in the world,
people with hearts ard affections, whom
no one, no One, cares for"
She turned away without looking at me,
and | left her presence, tongue.tied, as
usual.
1t is three weeks or more since I made an
entry i'll this book, and hereafter it m
lie under lock IL key, for it is to be the
repository of a secret.
The secret is only that I love Miss Lowell
nothing explosive about thatl The world
would probably roll OF the same if I were
to declare my love in the papers, and as to
the lady herself, if she knew it, she would
take refuge from the unpleasant thought
in European travel, and in a little while
have forgotten all about it. Heine's dun.
geon and loop-hole have changed places
nowaduys-the United States plays the
part of the former, and Europe is the loop
hole of escape which delivers harrassed
Americans from worries and disagreeable
memories.
Well, again, I love her! Every day for
q week after that speech of hers last writ
ten here, l found myself watching with
her part-why, l scarcely know. Because,
even granting that she has one, as I now
do, that only makes the better worth pos
session a prize unattainable for me.
The second week. am becoming as
analytical and systematic as a French au-
tobiography-having found unmistakable
signs that she has affections as we'll as a
conscience, 1 began to fight the thought
that those affections could in any way in
terest me; and the third week l gave itup!
My hand trembles shamefully when l take
the medicine-spoon from hers, and when I
am first ushered into her presence my lips
form words but my tongue refuses to utter
them, and l stand silent till she recalls my
self.possession by some kindly inquiry or
salutation. For she is Kind to mel am
that much better off than l was. 1t must
be because Harry is getting along so we'll.
He has rounded the turning-stake and is
coming home nicely; in iact, in two weeks
my services will be no longer required, if
all goes well. If l mad half an opening in
my profession, l should feel tempted to
burn my ledger in the public square, and
make another attempt to succeed as a ply
sician. II I should do that, then-Pshaw!
A week since that c~ontemptuous word
dried on the paper. Harry rode out to-day
with Miss Lowell. They drove 70 the Of
fee, and I went out to the carriage. They
had come to save me the trouble of my
walk to Kennedy Place, she said. l did
not receive the favor very graciously, I am
afraid, nor sink under the weight of obi
CATION J felt. As she bad Inc goodbye, she
held out her hand to me, and allowed her
| eyes to meet mine 1t seems as it l hal
never really seen them befere-certainly
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