The Penn's Grove record., 1885-11-28

! here; I would not have had it happen
for anything"
"And l wish you never had" sob
bed George. "He has spoiled all my
summer. 1 told you 4 should hate
him."
Poor little Maynard George, sobbirg
herself to sleep that night, felt indeed
that she hated this nan who had come
between her and Bob, who had made
her quarrel with her brother for the
first time in her life.
n 4 -
A charming ROOF in a fashionable
London square, the freight sparkling
over pictures and china and every dam
ty tr1fie that money could buy or taste
suggest. at the gipsy-table drawn up
on the hearthrug sat Mrs. FitZroy Far
quhar, pouring out tea. Mrs. Farqu-
har was a handsome woman, fair and
prosperous-looking; but at that moment
there was a decidedly ill-tempered ex
preston ON her usually PLACID face.
''It is the most annoying thing l ever
knew In my life; / never was more vex-
ed. Just fancy-how dreadfulif we were
all to take it'll Smallpox too-such a
frightful thing-I am so afraid of itl'
Miss Farquhar shuddered as she lis
tened to her mother, and glanced up at
the young man standing on the hearth
rug. The five a that had passed
had worked a wonderful changein Will
Dymock. He carried himself erect,
his lanky figure had filed out, and, with
his great height and his broad shoulders
and keen clever face, he was a man one
could not pass unnoticed.
'Just think Of the children, Doctor
Dymockl What am 1 to do if they
catch tiff she has left the infection
with them?n
"Oh, we'll hope not! How long has
she been with your"
'sSince Wednesday. On Friday she
complained Of not feeling well. Doc
tor Brown happened TO be here at the
time; and. when he said 1t was small
pox, l packed her off at once to the
hospital. Of course / am ready to pay
any reasonable expenses; but l really
could not have her here. 1t is dread
fully annoying.
well, mamma, 1t is not poor Miss
Jeffrey's fault; L don't suppose she
would have had if she could have help
ed it,"
Miss Jeffrey, did you say?" There
was an eager look in Doctor Dymock's
face as he leaned forward in the fire.
light.
Justine Farquhar looked at him GU
riously.
"Yes. Do you know herr" she
asked.
nA man named Jeffrey was the great
est friend l ever had" returned the
doctor quietly. sit might be a sister
of his"
'She is a n~lce-looking girl, with fair
hair" went on Jul tine. SIT seems
dreadful; does it not? OF course it will
make a fright Of her,"
Will was a rich man now, much re-
spected, welcomed every where. There
was hardly a mother who would not
have been well content to give her
daughter to him; but he had never given
a thought to any one. Until. my dy-
ing day, be had sworn five years be-
fore, as he put a red rose into his pocket
book; and now, though the rose was
faded, the memory of the dear old days
was as fresh as ever in Willis heart.
He had lost sight Of the Jsffreys for
years; Bob had never asked him down
to Morne again-indeed. VIII would
not have gone had he been asked. Then
three years back, Doctor jeffrey had
died suddenly, and Bob, soon after that
bad gone as a ships surgeon to Austria
LA. Doctor Dymock had never heard
what had become of Georgia. 1t was
dreadful to him to think of her being
compelled to act as a g~overness, to think
of her sick and ailing in a hospital
ward-dainty, pretty little Georgiel As
he strobe away down the street in the
wintry dusk, a sudden thought came to
the young man which brought the color
into his cheeks, the light to his eyes.
Il y y =
The convalascent ward Of an hospi-
tai. A girl sitting In a deep ara chair
by the fire. her head laid YEARLY back
against the pillows, her eyes closed; in
tense WEAKNESS and detection III every
line of the slim figure.
"You are getting strong now, Miss
Jeffrey; we shall have you out in no
time.n said the nurse.
The girl opened her eyes as the wo-
man spoke. All her pretty color was
gone, the freshness of her sweet young
beauty faded.
Nov don't you be down-hearted,
miss, - nurse Robins went on cheerily.
The good woman had daughters OF her
own, and her motheriy heart ached for
this girl who seemed so friendless.
flake my word for it, Miss Jeffrey,
there's good days in store for you yet"
But George sighed YEARLY; she did
not believe in any good days in store
for her.
AS the nurse hurried away to get tea,
George, sitting there in the gathering
dusk, with sad weary eyes fixed on the
fire. went back over all the story of her
life. How happy she had been at
Morne. though she had not known it
though she had even grumbied at
shabby gowns, at want of pocket money
at the dulIness and quietness of her lifeI
The tears came into the girls eyes as
she thought Of her dead fathers love
and pride in her. of Bob. dear old Bob,
who was so far away. And then Geor-
gle's thoughts wandered to a kind ugly
face, to true gray eyes looking into
hers. 81 shall never forget you until
my dying day" he had said; buthe had