The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1884-07-30

Mamma, ring this bell if you need
me, she said on starting.
Mr.. Castleman's condition brought
her ability as nurse into immediate req
uisition.
She built fire in the camp-stove, but
finding no vessel in which to boil water,
bethought herself suddenly of the re-
turned saucepan. elbow glad l am |
brought it back, " she thought gratefully,
" for there is not one moment to lose. "
By the time the physician had arrived,
constant applications of hot water to the
patient, and the immersion of his feet in
it, had very much improved his con-
dition.
The doctor commended in highest
terms the course pursued by the trembling
little nurse, and said that her speedy ac-
tion had saved the patients life.
A grateful glance from Mr.. Castleman,
Sr., aud one of intense admiration from
Mr.. Castleman, Jr., fell upon her flushed
face and shining, dishevelled hair at this
statement.
at was the saucepan" she cried, i'm
pulsively. 81 could not have heated
the water but for it."
Nellie guided her mothers feeble foot
steps to the door of their neighbours tent
next morning. Mr.. Castleman was much
improved, and expressed his appreciation
of the call.
A very friendly feeling was established
! between the invalids after this, and Mel
! lie or her mother visited the tent at least
once day during the old gentleman 8
convalescence. He softened visibly be-
meath the unaccustomed influence, and
even asked Nellie to bring her guitar and
sing for him.
When Mr.. Castleman grew stronger he
came every day to the Loomis' tent. He OBJ
served Nelie's uniform cheerfulness, her
industry, her economies, and he was
never wearied of watching her swift,
bird-like movements.
''No porridge for your mother2" he
asked one night when he had remained
for tea. "Why, how is that, little girl 2''
Il am sorry have none for either her
or you, but-we have nothing to prepare
it in.
"Bless my lifel No saucepanl Why
did you not speak of it long ago2
The next morning a new saucepan was
set inside the tent door.
1t was addressed to Nellie, and, re-
moving the cover, she found within a
thick paper marked: medicine for your
mother"
"Oh mamma, do open it quick; curl
osity has taken complete possession of
me.n
"Why, Nellie" said her mother, in a
choked voice, ''it is deed to our old
home, given in Mr.. Castleman's name
What does it mean, my child2"
"Ah! l know, KNOW" she cried, be-
side herself with happiness; "aud, oh! I
am so glad"
She could scarcely make explanation
to her mother for the exuberance of her
joy.
Her face was radiant when she re-
turned from her visit of thanks to Mr..
Castleman
"He was'so kind, mamma; and when I
kissed him he kissed me back again"
The days that followed were golden
ones to Nellie. 1t seemed that the sun
had never sent down such soft, life
giving rays before, and it was a wonder
full moon that flooded the valley with its
radiance through the long summer nights.
Her GOODNESS toward Frank Castleman
sped on, but there was an intangible
barrier between them yet.
The two invalids grew stronger every
day, and now that Mr. Castleman's horses
and carriage had arrived, they, with Frank
and Nellie, took long trips to Glen Eyrie,
Cheyenne Canon, Monument park and
other points Of interest.
One day Nellie was sent on "a pressing
errand to Colorado Springs, and Frank
accompanied her as usual as driver. AS
they returned across the mesa (tableland)
the sun was throwing its last, slanting
beams on the Garden of the Gods, which
lay in beauty beneath them.
81 always supposed" said Frank,
laughing, ''that tulips two lips lady
fingers, heartsease, and all such flowers
bloomed in the Garden of the Gods, did
not you2 Hope 1 shall yet find them,
Pm sure"
81 doubt if you will, " replied Nellie,
a bright red staining the ivory of her
cheeks.
Whereupon ensued conversation of
such absarbing interest that full hour
had elapsed ere they reached the "Bal-
ancing Rock"
81 shall never forget" said Nellie, ir-
relevantly, ''that IT was here We found
that dear little saucepan"
"And shall lneyerforget, said Frank,
radiantly, 'that it was in the Garden of
the Gods l found my dear little sauce
pan, too"
"And the tulips, the lady-fngers, the
heartsease as well, " he slyly whispered.
BLESSED little saucepans both," he
added. "Uncle and l may well thank
the fate that brought them into our
lives. - Chicago Current.
Language of the Eyes.
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