Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1885-12-10

WI Mtiis iCAOls II Will DC uONh
presently" she said, laying her hands
on his shoulders, and looking down
into the frank, handsome face, with II
secret regret that she did not love him
rs he deserved 10 be loved.
"And, Nell" he continued eagerly,
"the men have been working like
beavers to Get it finished, and l have
promised them half holiday to.mor-
row and picnic up at the quarrics.
Could you not lay aside your dignity,
and honor us with your presenceP 1t
would be so much better Tor all con-
cerned ii there was better feeling
between you and your people"
"Oh, thank you, Victor!" she said,
haughtily. IF there is anything in
this house that can serve them, they
are welcome to it. But to 90 up there
aud play the Lady Bountiful, nurse
the babies and listen to the endless
accounts Of last winters rheumatism
and This summers lumbago, is too
dreadful for contemplation.
Nv hat II thoroughbred little aristo-
crat you are, Neil! You were born q
hundred years too late. But think l
love YOU the better rs you are, rails
no the taper fingers to his lips.
! eidng 10 n sudden impulse, she
leaned forward and touched her lips
To the bright, boyish brow.
AMI Victor went down the road to
the mills with II lighter heart than he
had known tor months. for he loved
his cou su. and her coldness and in
,iilcI cnce troubled him soreiy.
Just then the morning train thun-
dered up to ,hr little station, half a
m le distant, and left single passen-
ger u tall man IN Il gray tweed suit.
who nodded familiarity TO the few BY
sta 1dors. anf took the path across the
fields To the mills
Victor was standing surrounded BY
his men, looking like young god.
His raw hat was i'm his hand, and the
WIND RULED his bronze curls.
lie was telling them of his arrange
mems for the p enc, amidst bursts of
applause and pcals of laughter, Tor the
youn master was always ready with
his Joke"
On the outskirts of the little group,
unnoticed in the excitement Of the mo-
ment. stood the tall man in the gray
tweed suit
fNulNtUiA ut InlStS Ills CIV tS W lllt
scailuld no above Viciors head, and
then. no Que knew quite how it hap
pcned. but strong men were thrown
right and lett, rs il by giants
strength.
There was a s'ckenirg crash, and
Victor was thrown. as though he was
child. far out of harms way.
But where he had stood Il moment
before lay ii man they all knew, pinned
down by a heavy beam across his
chest.
And while they stood horror strick-
en- and appalled,, graceful woman's
form was in their midst
Men, size said. in a voice so un-
like her own that those who heard 1t
never forgot, "crn you do nothing but
stand ANA Stare like idiots? Victor,
he has ven h Lille for you, can you
do nothing To relieve him. Go into
the hou Ind see that room is made
ready to receive him. John Stiles,
saddle he flee est horse in the stable,
and ride for DR. jackson Us you never
rode before; and the rest of you. put
forth all your strength and lit this
beam.
And lhcy succeeded in rescuing the
man. and bore him slowly and silently,
with all the strong vitality crushed
out OF him, up the road he had troddcn
SO often up he lrOad walk that hnd
echoed SO drearily TO the sound of his
footsteps less than year ago-into
the house that he had been forbidden
to enter aga n; and before them walk
ed n woman with wild eyes and white,
drawn lips.
When the doctor came out of the
room, after all was done that he could
do. sh" III + Inn at the door.
''ls ih re any hope, doctorY
II caun Tell vet de has strong
constitu; on, and we will hope for the
the tear, stood N his ewes, for he had
known and loved Stephen Walker all
his life.
'.Dortor," she said, grasping his arm
with pass unate force ~ on must save
him Ou must, you must! Take all
have-m nry. lands, everything-but
save his tei'
"You forget, my child. that the is.
sues OF HE and death are not in my
hands Ii ANY skill of mine can avail
TO save stephen Walkers lie, l think
you know | need no bribe."
Forgive me, doctor! I scarcely
knew what ! was saying. 1 know you
Will do all you can, and l am a good
nurse-papa always said so. :"
"Helcn, YOU must not think OF nurs.
ing il III. This strain on your nerves
is TOO nreat; YOU are i'll already"
She laid slim, cool hand gently in
his.
Put your finger on my pulse, doc
tor. At beats evenly. must be brave
and strong for his sake. Ii ! give my
life for him il would but poorly requite
what he has done for me.
The doctor looked into the white,
pititul face. in which no trace of tho
old PRIDE remained, and read her Sc
crct
ut shall be us you WISH" he said
briefly: ''but you must let nurse help
/ YOU. 1t Will be terrible ordeal, even
i If he RECEIVERS
She went into the darkened room,
where he lay in II heavy stupor, and
kncll beside The couch. Presently he
/ opened his eyes and saw her there. A
glad smile II. hlcd h face.
+ Nell Queer Ncllr' he said softly,
and Il en- " ctor. is he safe?'
safe and unframed. Stephen, but
Mt what II cost!
lit is bett r so-better and easier to
die thus Tor your happiness than TO
live through the weary years of exile
/ ] looked forward to.
''Do not talk of dying" she moaned.
"You must live for my sake. for can
mt live ,pithnuf vanfD