The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1886-01-27
and the camphor-bottle, and went into

Win Nlrglnla-crceperS, with little
plaster cast Of Cupid in the garden, and
great many bluebells and carnations
"a young widow who read all the new
est books and sometimes wrote gushing
poems for the second-ratc monthlics.
Mrs. Printemps imagined herself like
the gifted and unfortunate Mary Queen
of Scots, and dressed up to the part, as
far as nineteenth-century prejudices
would allow her-and she was seated
by the easement, trying to find rhyme
to suit most accommodating line of
poetry, when the tall pale stranger APP
pcarcd under her window, "for all the
world" as Mrs. Printcmps subsequently,
expressed it, like troubador, or David
Rizzio himself"
Excuse me, madame" he began,
"but am from the hospital, and"
my goodness mcw calculated Mrs.
Printcmps, jumping to her feet; chow
dare you come here and tell me that to
my face? Why don't they isolate you?"
"Madamc--" said the surprised
stranger.
"Go awayr said Mrs. Printcmps,
banging down her window and boiling
it noislv. "Bctsy"-to her girl--"run
across the meadow to Mrs. Undcrlay's
and tell her that the smallpox case is
rampaging all over the country, irving
to get people to let him in, and she ism t
to open the door on any account. And
stop at DIR. Duer's and ask him what
sort of s,nitary regulation he calls this
kind of thingp"
"I'm afraid III mcc, him, men,"
said Betsy, getting behind me side
board; land uin't been yuccinalrd :or
seven years, and"
"Nonscnse" said Mrs. Pm. !nn..
"H you go across tho pasturc-i,aII ynr'iI
get there full five minutes before he does
Make haste now"
Kate Duer was standing in her door
way watching the storm roll grandy
over the mountain-tops. when the weary
and bewildered traveller opened tho
gate and came hesitatingly in.
81 beg your pardon" said he meek
ly, "but think there must be some
thing singular in my appearance. Pco-
pie seem to shut their doors against me,
and shun me as if I had the pestilencc.
And cannot find the residence of Mr..
Dibblc, the clergyman. Would it be
asking too much if were to request
permission to rest in your porch until
the storm is over? l came from the hos
pital and"
"Oh, understand" said Kate quick
ly "9ou are the smallpox patient.
But have been vaccinatcd, and am not
afraid of the disease. There is a very
comfortable chamber in the second sto-
ry of the barn, and you shall be care
fully nursed and taken care of there,
Of"
"But you arc mistaken" cried tho
young man; II am not"
"Hush! said Kate gently. "Do not
be afraid to confide in me. am DR..
Duer's sister, and know tho whole story.
Sit here and rest little, and / will
bring you some bread and milk until
my brother comes"
81 am thousand times obliged to
you" said the stranger, "and tho bread
and milk will taste delicious after my
long walk. But do not know what
leads you to think that am n victim
to varioloid. l have lost my hat in tho
wind, to be suro, and am compelled to
wear this Syrian-looking drapcry on my
head, but never had smallpox, and
hope never to encounter its horrors"
Kate Duer turned rcd first, then pale.
"Ihen," said she, "if you are not the
smallpox case, who are youP"
81 am Felix Amory," said the Young
stranger, "thc chaplain of ST L,,cctta's
Hospital in New York. l am to preach
in aid of the home mission on Sunday
next"
Kate Duer burst out laughing.
"And everyone has been mistakinp
you for the smallpox case!" said she
"Oh, MIR. Amory, do come in. How
could we all havo been so stupdo But
you, sec, the minute you began to speak
of the hospital"
Il dare say it was very awkward of
me" said Mr.. Amory. but it's the
way | have always mentioned myself to
strangers. st. Lucctta's, You know"
Yes, know" said Kate. but to
the good folks here, there is only ono
hospital in tho world, and that is the
Pitcherville Institute"
MIR. Amory enjoyed his tea, sliced
peaches, and delicate "angel cako" very
much, as he sat tete-a-tete with Kate
Duer, by the soft light of the shaded
lamp, while the rain pattered without.
And when the doctor came in it was
cosier yet.
THE smallpox cascP" said he. ooh,
that is safely Isolated at Hopes Quarry
since this morning. And doing very
well, too, am happy TO say. Upon my
word, Mr.. Amory, I am sorry that you
have had such disastrous expe-
rience."
"Alrs well that ends WE'LL" said tho
young Clergyman, leaning back in his
snug corner with an expression of inef-
fable content on his face.
Miss Lidia Larkspur was quite indH-
nant when she heard that Mr.. Amay
was staying at DR.. Ducr's residence.
Just like Kate Duer," said she. 40
man@vre to get that poor young man
into her hands, after all. But if man
rushes around the country, telling every
body that he comes from n hospital, what
can he expectP"
The most awkward thing I ever
heard of in my liie," said Mrs. Prin-
temps vindictively.
But this was not Mr.. Felix Amory's
last visit to Pitchorville He came in
autumn when tho leaves wore red--and
then in the frozen beauty of winter.
And the last time. he asked Kate Duer
"if she was willing to encounter the
trials of a minister's wife2n Ard Kate,
after little hesitation, said that she