The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-07-23

"Well," said Leoline, 'If you have
finished, we will continue our work.
.'Oh, dearL Work! work! Nothing
but work! l think our grandfather
was too mean for anything or he would
not have given all his property to Aunt
Emma and left us without a cent"
Florence" said Leolne gravely,
"our grandfather is dead and whatever
his faults may have been, we are not to
Judge him. He gave us this pretty cot
tage and we are doing nicely
There, you little saint take it all
back. Let us have peace" said Flor
ence, kissing Leoline and hurrying to a
small table on which were scattered
pens, ink, paper, etc.
Not long after this Florence and
Leoline had been out for a walk and
were returning home when they were
met by one of Mrs. Leslie's servants.
'Oh, Miss Leoline," " said the servant,
"your cousin, Miss May, is very sick,
and Mrs. Leslie sent me to inquire if
you would assist in nursing her"
Leoline thought a moment and then
said, Tell Mrs. Leslie l will 60 if
mother is willing"
''Oh" exclaimed Florence, "you are
a little idiot to think of going, and l
hope mother will not permit you to 60.
The disease may be contagious, and
you will come home sick and we'll
have no end of trouble. Yes, and who
is to do all the copying while you are
gone? Let Aunt Emma hire some one.
| am sure she has enough money"
You need not copy any more than
usual. You know | have little money
which l saved for rainy day, and we
will manage some way. So don look
so cross, for l feel it my duty to 60"
Duty! Fiddlesticks! Aunt Emma
did not think of duty when poor father
died"
BY this time they had reached home
and Florence rushed in exclaiming,
Mother, May Leslie is sick and Aunt
Emma wishes Leo. to help take care of
her, and Leo. says she is going and l
know she'll catch the smallpox or
something dreadful" and Florence sat
down, out of breath, while Leolne knelt
by her mothers chair and said, May
is very ILL., May L go?"
Mrs. Arieigh kissed the little upturn-
ed face and, for moment, she thought
how cruelty she had been treated by
this sister-in-law, who now asked that
Leoline, sweet Leoline, whom everyone
loved, should nurse the descendant of
the LeSlies. She smiled, scornfully, as
she thought, 'She shall not go;'' but
soon her better nature conquered and
she said quickly. You may 90, dar-
ling, and may God bless you"
In the days that followed, May Leslie
received the best of care and the doc
tors directions were carefully followed
by Leoline who, hour after hour, sat by
the side of the sufferer and never COM
planned of WEAKNESS.
AT last the crisis was passed and May
was quiet and rational and she no longer
raved as she had done when the fever
was at its height. She was surprised
to learn that Leoline was the one whose
hand had cooled her fevered brow, and
whose soft voice had lulled her to rest,
and she begged her to stay awhile.
One day Leoline and May were sit
ting in the latter's beautiful sitting
room, May lying on a couch and Leoline
sitting In an easy chair, reading aloud
an interesting story in late magazine.
Suddenly there was rap at the door,
followed by the entrance of Mr.. Deane,
who said, cheerily, ..Well, how is our
patient to-day?'
While he talked to May, Leoline
walked out quietly and, going to her
room, threw-herself upon her bed and
wept bitterly. Anyone seeing her
would be surprised. for quiet Leoline
seldom shed tears. If it were Flor
ence, one would not think it strange,
for Florence often became so angry
that big tears coursed down her cheeks,
but, a moment after, she would break
out in peal of laughter at something
which excited the risibility in her ma
ture. Florence was all clouds and sun
shine and as changeful as the wind. but
when Leoline wept it was not from
anger, it was because something serious
disturbed the serenity of her soul The
cause of her present grief was this:
Unasked, she had given her heart to
the handsome young doctor, whose
skill had saved the life of her cousin.
..Ah." she mused, sswhat chance have
to win hirnp I, who has neither
beauty nor fortune, can inspire no love
in his breast; and even if were as
beautiful as Helen of Troy, and pos
sessed Of the virtues of Penelope, I
could not hope to win him, for am
certain that he loves my fair cousin.
She, know, returns his love, for when
he calls, her black eyes sparkle with
pleasure, and yesterday she told me
that her heart had passed from her
keeping and that she hoped to become
the bride of one who is all that is good
and true. must carefully conceal my
love for him, for mother and Florence
must not know that I have lost my
heart while under the roof Of the