Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-04-11

"Hush! hush! you are injurine
YOURSELF" she said5,softly, trying tt
stop his impetuous talk. But ht
was not to be stopped; he had grasp
ed her hand, and was kissing it.
Nonsense! AS if I didn't know
I had come TO the end of my rope
Put your hand here on my heart
How is it going9-fast, like Il trip
hammer 1t will stop soon. But
have you to look at again. See;'
and he drew out a little locket from
beneath his pillow, where it lay be-
side his watch and. trinkets; "this
is all | have had these ten years.
Do You know Yourself to be that
girls Isn't she a beautyi But let
me look at you. Turn on the gas.
No, don'tleaye me either; you might
not come back. You are altered,
Tessie; bnt you are a lovely woman
still. Yon were q wise little.thfng;
you saw What poor stuff there was
in me; but / loved you, Tessie, and
now-O, Pye no pain! Don't look
so distressed. l lear my time has
come. Nervous shock, you know.
| feel very weak. Give me some
brandy. Kiss me, Tessie."
".
It is the fourteenth day of Fen
rnary, and Dr. Gansevoort is
mounting the stairs of a New YORK
boarding house. lie has a patient
on the top floor for whom he has
more than scientific interest, and
as he enters the room, which lie has
at last reached, he looks with ankle
ty towards The Gormer window fill
ed with flowers. The patient is
standing there with a watering can
and scissors, tending her plants.
His anxiety is relieved when he sees
the little tinge OF color on his pa
TENTS face, and the glad, bright
glance she gives him.
=" So you are better today" he
says, taking the offered hand and
giving it a kindly pressure.
Eyes; I am getting quite strong
again. l shall soon he able to re.
sumo my Duties"
"You need not be in hate to do
that. By-the-by, do you know
what day this iS!"
"O,yes; here'smy calendar. A wo-
man of business must be accurate"
"a woman of business-hum! it
seems to me you've been that long
enough; but do you know this is a
day OF sentiment, a day dedicated
to a saint whose shrine is the hu
man hearth"
80, Frank!D was the laughing re-
"You seem to think I am a little
beside myself, but as l am a bear
CT OF dispatches I thought best to
prepare You for what is coming"
And lie drew from his pocket a seal
ed ellYelaue. ...,,---~-.---
F." Really, Idon'tknow what you'll
call it. Perhaps being such a bust
ness woman, youmay regard it as a
receipt for services rendered; etc,
etc.
certainly was a valentine, tint
ed and periumed, rose-wreathed
and lace.papered, and the verses
were as tender as the song of the
But what fell futter
ing to the floorf
A bit Cfplain white and black pa
per--a scrap from a check. book-
with "Pay to Teresa Stanton's or
der on it, and fifty thousand dollars
in the corner.
The smiling face became grave,
the soft brown eyes filled, and bent
a silent, questioning gaze upon
Frank.
ats none ofmy doing, Teresa, as
you see. Leroy'S an altered man.
He has always loved you, and now
lie seeks to show his gratitude for
all your kind care "
"But, Frank, cannot accept this
.unless-unleSs--"
you also accept the giver,"
said Frank, smiling, as he finished
the sentence for her. "That isjuSt
what he wants, Teresa. [ am a
poor diplomatist, as you see, for /
ought to have used more circumlO-
cution; but | will send Leroy to do
his own counting. "-Harper'sWeek-
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