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

II.
Frank Gansevoort was a hard-work-
ing young physician. His mother de-
plored the fact that he was not
society man," and Sibyl and Gladys
mOurned over the disafection of their
renegade brother as if work were vice
and idleness virtue; but Frank kept
steadily on, and even went so far as to
disfgure the front of the house with
sign. To be sure, it was a nice, neat
little silver plate, with only IF. Ganse-
WORT, NJ D." on it, but it drew too
many poor people.
On this particular afternoon DR.. Gan
sevoort had occasion to hunt up a book
on the library shelves. 1t was an old
one, and had been tucked out of sight.
As he searched for it a strange sound
met his ears-a sound as of some one
sobbing. Now Frank knew very well
whose little room opened on the library,
and if he had tender spot in his heart
at all, Il was for the pretty young cousin
who irh@5ited that room; so, without
finding sis musty old tome, he descended
from the library steps and knocked at
Teresa's dor. There was no answer
VII llC litl'I ~ DCdJCu HIS hIlOCh, anu lutU
there was 8 fulfilled response which was
not satsfaatc Y. At last he said: IF
you don't ccntN to the door, Tessie,
shall have to Eieak in.
This brougi- very deiected-looking
damsel to the threshold, who, finding
Frank alone, In nediately fell on his
shoulder in fresa burst of tears. This
was all very nice, % be sure, and Frank
had no sort of objection to support
weeping damsel wfo, despite her tears,
looked as pretty al : picture. But the
grief was real, and fT'at panied Frank.
So, placing her ve7v gently in one of
the library chairs, ne managed by dint
of coaxing and questiocling to find out
what was the matte. "A quarrel with
mother and break With Leroy Jones
7 wonder which is The worse, " mused
Frank. Tell me, Tes;ie, did you care
much for Leroy?" he askgt.
81 did like him, FraRr-I always
used to care for him when ae was nice.
But he isn't nice any more He's hor-
ridly fast, and | will not marry him just
for his money, as aunt wants me to do,
and I've told him so, and-and-' The
handkerchief went up again.
Yes, see how it is. You are sure
you don't regret it?'
''Of course | am sure. Do You think
l would have made all this trouble if /
had not been sure?" She stopped cry
ing, and drew herself up proudly, con
tinuing: aunt Geraldine has cast me
of. She has told me that this is no
longer my home. | am going away
this very evening. 1 will not stay an
other day in her house"
Don't be hasty, Tessie. Mother is
disappointed; she will get over it.
But | shall not. l am going, tell
you, Frank"
80, no, not yet, Tessie. Why, where
will you go?"
Il don't know yet-perhaps to Mrs.
Russell-nor do | know what shall do.
[ have no money, and l am so ignorant
0, if | had only studied as 1 ought to
have. done, l might then teach; but l
will find some way of getting along"
and she held her head more proudly
still.
'Tessie, dear, you are a foolish little
thing | don't uphold mothers I'M
kindness; but you must remember that
l love you, if she doesn't"
Eyes, dear Frank, you are always
good to me-"
''Well, then, why not put an end to
all this bother and be my little wife?"
80, Frank, don't, please don't talk
that way. You know we are cousins,
and I've no idea of burdening YOU with
any other relationship. You are very
lind It1f oil fbo JI.x,yo ! I,
Frank tried to look dolorous, but did
not succeed very well. He was, in
truth too much in love with his profes-
sion to have much room for any other
sentiment in his good, kind heart but he
had meant to do his best, if Tessie would
let him, which she wouldn't.
"Well, if you won't, you won't, and |
must bear it.
(Which you will do with all the ease
in the world, dear Frank. And now |
am going to pack, and will you send my
trunks over to Mrs. Russelns, and tell
Sibyl and Gladys l am sorry not to say
goodbye, and aunt that l regret having
displeased her, and and O, how
how happy have been, and how foolish
and-but-"
She grew incoherent and fearful again,
and again Frank urged her to differ
ent course of conduct but she was not
to be entreated or urged or advised. In
her hot young indignation the world
was her retreat; she could do anything,
bear anything, but tyranny and injustice
and unkindness. Little indeed did she
know of the world, but she was earnest
and true and strong, and ready to do
her best.
1t is night in one of the great city
hospitals, and all is silent but for the
means of those in pain and the mutter-
ings of those in fever.
Pacing slowly up and down the aisle
of ward full of white cots on which
are helpless sufferers, is nurse whose
duty it is to watch and wait upon those
who require the little attentions they
cannot bestow upon themselves.
To one she gives a glass of water,
another's pillow needs raising, and an
other demands soothing words. To all
alike she yields cheerful compliance.
stopping often merely to give kind
look or little show of interest. The
dim light falls upon her slim figure in its
neat gown, and reveals the sweet and
sympathetic face of woman of mature
wears, more beautiful even than in its