The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-02-14

"Well then, I shall have to 90 T
suppose; but what is the nature of the
casep"
IAN accident"
"Can you supply my place herep"
Eyes. We shall have to double the
Duties
With the promptness of custom. no
more questions were asked, and in q
few moments Miss Stanton was on her
way to Fifth Avenue. As she rolled
along in the darkness, with only the
street lamps occasionally lifting it, her
thoughts were as calm and cool as if
she had been a belle to whom the
triumphs of a ballroom were an old
story; but she knew that she had need
of all her courage and all her resources.
The carriage stopped before great
gloomy brown-stone house, and the
door was instantly opened by waiting
footman. Over the marble hall and uD
the oaken stairway and under tapestries
and velvet hangings she was ushered
into an antechamber. where, quickly
divesting herself of her wraps, she
waited. In few moments Dr. Ganse-
WORT appeared and briefly related all
that had happened, all that was re-
quired. The man had been thrown
from his carriage, causing fracture of
both legs-they had been set-there was
nothing to do now but to watch most
carefully.
Miss Stanton entered the room. It
was suberb in all its appointments
Though the light was low, the carved
wood, the frescoes, the glitter of cut
glass and brass, and the luxurious di-
vans were all apparent Rather differ
ent from the bare walls of the hospitai
ward were these beautiful reaches of
landscape and rare interiors in deir
rich frames; but, all the same as Oh the
narrow hospital cots, here among the
RULES and lace of downy pillows vas
human sufferer; glasses and towes and
sponges and all the appurtenatces of
surgery were about-means for reliev-
ing the terrible agony which in hospital
or palace pursues its victim. With note
book and pencil, walls and written
orders, Miss Stanton took her place at
the bedside. The sufferer WIS asleep,
his face hidden in the clothes Strange
to say, she had not asked his name.
Why was it that in this silen watch her
thoughts returned to her eirlhood-to
the far-off home of her youth, which she
had left when happy, thoughtless
child for the abode of wealtl and luxury,
from which she had been thrust forth
as unworthy and disobedent? How
long the years of study ana disappoint-
ment and hard work seemed! and how
well she remembered all the chilling re-
Bluffs 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 in
terest had at last secured her a 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 filled the
hours with useful work! To be sure,
her aunt had renowned and denounced
her, and her cousins never even spoke
to her. Frank only was her friend.
just then, with a moan, her patient
awoke, and fixed his eyes upon her.
What shock thrilled her as he looked
and looked again! How well she knew
those eyes! Though years and his deep
slumber had disguised him, she now
was conscious that she was in the pres
ence of the man who had once offered
her his love. Why had Frank sent for
her? What was the meaning of this
meeting? Did he know her? Should
she fly? All these questions rushed for
an answer; but long habits of self-re-
straint Gained her, andwith gentle touch
she essayed some little movement
for his comfort, hoping he would not
recognize her. But she was mistaken;
hot hand was laid on hers. and ia
miliar voice said: ''You have come,
knew you would"
Eyes, | am a nurse, come in response
to your physicians order"
mo; you put it wrongly; you are
Teresa Stanton, come because l, Leroy
Jones, sent for you"
mot at all; | would have come to an
utter stranger. L did come just that
way. Now let me quiet you"
81 have you at last; that is all want.
Do you know, [ have never loved any
one else-neyer. You were quite right
not to marry me; deuce of a life
you'd have ledr'
Hush! hush! you are injuring your
SELF" she said, softly, trying to stop his
impetuous talk. But he was not to be
stopped; he had grasped her hand, and
was kissing it.
"Nonsensel As if l didn't know
had come to the end of my rope. Put
your hand here on my heart. How is it
going?-fast, like trip-hammerP 1t
will stop soon. But I have you to look
at again. See:" and he drew out
little locket from beneath his pillow,
where it lay beside his watch and
trinkets; this is all I 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 still. You
were wise little thing; you saw what
poor stuff there was in me; but | loved
you, Tessie, and now-O, I've no pain!
Don't look so distressed. 1 fear my
time has come. Nervous shock, YOU
know. | feel very weak. Give me some
brandy. Kiss me, Tessie."
".
1t is the fourteenth day of February,
and DR.. Gansevoort is mounting the
stairs Of New York clearinghouse