The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1885-02-12

MIS- russell, whose l1uucuc0 aNO 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 FREUD.
Just then, with a moan, her patient
awoke, and fixed his eyes upon her.
What a 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 SEM for
herr? 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 essayel ONE little. movement
for his comfort, hoping he would not
recognize her. But she was mistaken;
a hot hand was laid on hers. and a IA
III OICC diu hdNC SollC, L
knew you would"
Eyes, | am a nurse, come in response
to your physicians order"
No; you put it wrongly; you are
Teresa Stanton, come because l, Leroy
Jones. sent for YOU
Not 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 l want.
Do you know, | have never loved any
one else-never. You were quite right
not to marry me; a deuce of a life
you'd have led!'
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 1 didn't know ]
had come to the end of my rope. Put
your hand here on my heart. How is il
going?-fast, like a trip-hammer? II
will stop soon. But I have you to look
at again. See:" and he drew out d
little locket from beneath his pillow,
where it lay beside his watch and
trinkets; '.this is all 1 have had these
ten years. Do you know yourself to be
that grip Isn't she a beautyp But lei
me look at you. Turn on the gas. No
don't leave me either; you might moi
come back. You are altered, Jessie
but you are a lovely woman still. You
were a wise little thing; you saw wha
poor stuff there was in me; but 1 loved
you, Tessie, and now-O, I've no pain
Don't look so distressed. 1 fear my
time has come. Nervous shock, yol
know. 1 feel very weak. Give me SOM
brandy. Kiss me, Tessie."
~.
1t is the fourteenth day of February
and DIR. Gansevoort is mounting tn
stairs of a New York clearinghouse
He has a patient on the top floor TO
whom he has more than a scientifi,
interest, and as he enters the room
which he has at last reached, he look
with anxiety toward the dormer-windoy
filled with flowers. The patient i
standing there with a watering can an,
scissors, tending her plants. His anX
iety is relieved when he sees the littl,
tinge of color on his patients face, ant
the glad, bright glance she gives him
$50 you are better to-day?". he says
taking the offered hand and giving it
kindly pressure.
Eyes am getting quite strong again
I shall soon be able to resume m
duties"
t.You need not be in haste to do that
By-the-by, do you know what day thi
is?"
go, yes: there's my calendar. !
woman of business must be accurate.
"a woman of business-hum! it seem
to me you've been that long enough; bu
do you know this is a day of sentiment
Il day dedicated to Il saint whose shrin
is the human HEARTH
go, Frank!'' was the laughing re
m~onstrance.
side myself, but as | am a bearer of di:
patches l thought best to prepare yo
for what is coming" And he drewfro1
his pocket a sealed envelope.
what! valentine for me!n
REALLY, l don't know what you
call it. Perhaps being such a busine;
woman, you may regard it as a bill,
receipt for services rendered, etc., etc.
1t certainly was a valentine, tinte
and perfumed, rose-wrcathed and lac,
| papered, and the verses were as tendt
( as the song of the nightingale. b.
what fell iluttering to the floor?
| A bit of plain white and black pap
"a scrap from a check-book-wit
''Pay to Teresa Stantoa's order" on i
and fifty thousand dollars in the corne
The smiling face became grave, tt
soft brown eyes filled, and bent a silen
questioning gaze upon Frank.
D Its none of my doing, Teresa,
you see. Leroy's an altered man. f
? has always loved you. and now he seel
to show his gratitude for all your kir
care"
But, Frank, 1 cannot accept this
t unless-unless-'
You also accept the giver," sa
l Frank, smiling, as ne finished the Sc
e tence for her. THAT is just what
wants, Teresa. | am a poor diploma
list, as you see. for l ought to have us,
more circumlocution; but 1 will sci
e Leroy to do his own courting."-Ha
per'S Weekly.