Iron County register., 1888-03-29

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BESSIE ENTERS FLUSHED FROM HER WORK.
at it's highest, dainty white bed, and ly-
ing there in state-1 wanted to call her
Sweet Elaine and lily maid) little pale
faced fairy. with tumbled golden hair, and
eyes of pure violet with palpable under
deeps Such little lady! @You will take
a chair You ere the doctor, aren't your" she
said My dear, was just and only woman
so I slipped down on the bed and put my
arms round the little, lovely, lonely thing,
forgetful of patients, and of Bob, impa-
tient, waiting at the corner with the bug
gy-Ls that nine O'Clock striking? Then
must save the rest for another time. What
will Henry say? I told him I would be
back in half an hour at the outside @Just
like it," he'll say, when you only just run
in to see Jeanette, ] may as well go out or
go to bed. What do you women find to
talk about?"
The doctor is drawing on her gloves.
You will be better, dear, in the morning,
but don't try to get to church (much-
needed advice) and leave the flowers to
me. Goodbye, and take the medicine in
the small tumbler till the head is easier" "
The doctor is at the door, Jeanette, I've a
this denouement from the beginning)
Why not run in ON my little patient in
the morning, if you do feel equal to going
out; then you can report to me in the after
noon when I come in to tell you about the
morning service Goodbye, I'm really
gone this time" And the doctor goes down
stairs with the satisfied feeling only known
to successful diplomacy. The hours pass,
and with them Mrs Marsden's pains Yet
some tears are on her pillow, proving her
human kinship with the tired sewing girl,
who softly cried herself to sleep and
wandered out into the twilight realm of
Dreams leaving far behind her wraps, bon
nets and disappointments Mrs Marsden,
too, slept, and dreamed that mournful
train bore Elaine the lovable" "all in
white samite robed - and laid her on the
steps at her own house door
x - x
The morning of Easter Sunday dawns as
BELTS the day-bright and fair. The prying
sun peers into Mrs Marsden's room upon a
woman in somewhat remorseful and sub
dued state of mind The headache of last
night seems to have become heartache
for her heart does ache; whether for her
own sorrows or those of the haunting Elaine
of last nights dream. is not to be known
for the sun throws no light on that ques-
tion. It may have been due in part to the
bells which would persist in saying Easter
bon-net-Eas- ter bonnet They said it
soberiy, they said it sneeringly, they sang
it, and chanted it. and tolled it; they said it
solemnly and they said it with great bursts
oflaughter. Occasionally they would remem-
Der their duty and pour out the grand strains
of the Old Hundred-aIways going back to
the old theme: Easter bon -net-Eas-t ter
BONNET. They behaved very much like the
choir which intermits its gossip to sing
Gloria Was Easter question of bonnets? 1t
was very uncomfortable question for
Mrs Marsden to begin the day with.
A little later and the sun shines in the
windows of the house of worship mas
querading in all the colors of the rain
bow-hued cathedral glass. It shines on DR.:
Dorenl, whose fingers aids his near-sighted
eyes to follow the crooked trail of his man
uscript 1t shines on the just and unjust,
impartially on Mrs Merlin. inwardly raging
because the green tints of the glass are
killing the colors in her head-gear and
giving her a ghastly complexion. On Mrs.
Frisbee, who is burning to publish her dis
covery that would be fashionable is wear
ing an old wrap revamped for Easter duty.
Don't be too long, DR.. Dorem, for the
house waits to go into committee.
In due time the sun shines in certain
narrow garret window in Breeds court.
making an aureole about the curls of little
Lily, who, clasped III her sisters arms,
joins her voice in holy Herbert's hymn:
& Sweet day, SO cool, so calm, so bright"
For here in this upper chamber it is
Easter, too; not altogether out of the
shadow of that bonnet, but very much in
the sunshine of love. 1t is Bessie's day
her one unbroken day with the little
sister who is both sister and daughter in
one The Easter flowers are missing from
this scene of worship-missing and sorely
missed That was Bessie's disappointment.
She had planned bunch of violets and one
tail Gala, both for the sweet Lily in her
arms. Every day as she worked the
flowers lent fragrance to her thoughts An
ticipation of the round-eyed pleasure of
sister Lily quickened her pulse and made
her needle fairly dance along the seams to
the happy goal of reward; and when,
empty of purse, she walked past the shops
that held the coveted treasures, she could
see them witncnt turning the face, with it's
moist eyes and uuivering chin "Ohi it was
too bad, too thoughtlessi" she cried. The
sun climbs higher and higher. yet manages
to cling with, une slender finger to Lily's
locks. The spar:ows that had rowdily scufh d
and scolded between intervals Of domestic
gossip, futt,erei from the window ledge up
to the spout afove their chirping fitting
accompaniment to the benedictory hymn
of this Observation-Disclosures sublimely
simple words:
g Let US with a gladstone mind,
Praise The Lord, for He is kind;
For His ruercies shall endure,
Ever faithful. ever sure
Now, Lily dear. am going down to con-
suit cook about dinner" says Bessie, IS she
placed her sister on the bed Lily smiles at
the well-worn fiction which clothes the
kinsiy privilege accorded by Mrs Milhgan
of the floor below, to @use the cooking
stove, honey. whenever the fires goin', for
it costs no more for the two of US than the
one of US, ye see
Left alone, Lily lies and looks toward the
light, wondering where the sun has gone;
wondering whether mamma knows which
window to look in at or can see her Gf she
knows, from 50 verv far away She is still