Mower County transcript., 1888-03-28

bright colored strip of carpet on the floor
where it could be most used, and in the
middle of the room where the ceiling was
at its highest dainty white bed, and ly
ing there in state-l wanted to call her
Sweet Elaine and lily maid) a little pale
faced fairy, with tumbled golden hair, and
eyes of pure violet with palpable under
deeps Such little lady! sYou will take
chair: You are the doctor, aren't you?" she
said My dear, I was just and only woman
SO slipped down Oh the bed and put my
arms round the little, lovely, lonely thing,
forgetful of patients, and of Bob, impa-
,ient waiting at the corner with the bug
gy-ls that nine O'Clock striking? Then I
mast save the lest for another time. What
will Henry say? I told him I would be
back in half an hour at the outside sJust
like it," he'll say, Swhen you only just run
in to see Jeanette, I may as we'll 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
Inc. Goodbye, and take the medicine in
the small tumbler till the head is easier"
The doctor is at the door, Jeanette, I've
happy thought y (as if she had not planned
tbs 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 come in to tell you about the
morning service. Goodbye, Pm really
gone this time" And the doctor goes down
stairs with the satisfied feeling only known
to successful diplomacy Tho hours pass,
and with them Mrs Marsden's pains Yet
some teers 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 dis: ppointments Mrs Marsden,
100, 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:
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The morning of Easter Sunday dawns as
befits 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 Tie head .che 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. 1t 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-always going back to
the old theme: Easter bon -neC-Eas- ter
bonnet They behaved very much like the
choir which intermits its gossip to sing a
Gloria Was Easter a question of bonnets? 1t
was very uncomfortable question for
Mrs Marsden to begin the day with
little later and the sun shines in the
windows of the house of worship mas
queradlng in all the colors of the rain
bow-hued cathedral glass. 1t shines on Dr.
Dorem, whose fingers aids his near-sightei
eyes to follow the crooked trail of his man
uscript 1t shines on the just and unjust,
impartially on Mrs Merlin jnward]y raging
because the green tints of the glass are
killing the colors in her hcad-gear and
giving her ghastly complexion On Mrs
Frisbee, who is burning to publish her dis
covery that wouid-b be fashionable is wear
ing an old wrap reyamped for Easter duty
Don't be too long, Dr. Dorem, for the
AOuSo "dlLo ~ SO 1AuO COAAI4IItee.
In due time the sen shines in a 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, 80 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 il 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
tall 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
aea them with0 ut tllrninr tho faco with IFS