The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1888-04-24
hurry2k Uncle may be dying now,

hurrypA Uncle may be dying now,
have been so long in coming"
i The poor girl had hurried till she
was almost exhausted, and stood lean
ing breathlessly and painting against
tho door.
"The doctor lives two houses beyond.
Shall ] go with you and call himP''
/ But there was no response, for poor
Jack, who had never in her life done
anything SO womanish, tainted quietly
away.
She was only dlmly conscious Of be.
ing lifted in strong arms that held her
close, and of being rapidly driven over
q rough road, and at last finding her.
self lying on her own bed at Glenside,
with q gray-haired gentleman bending
over her. She started up pale and an
xious.
"Where is uncle2" she cried. 81
must go to him."
"No, no, child. Lie still; he is bet
ter" the doctor said.''
"Well, then, tell mo all about it.
Who was it, and how did get homep''
The doctor knew what she meant.
"YOu were at the minister's door,
and he Coming home from visiting a
sick parishioner) carried you, when you
tainted, to my house; and 1 drove you
both over here. Now drink this; then,
If you feel able, you may go to your
uncle--he wishes to SEQ you."
Jack obediently swallowed the
strengthening potion, then smoothed
out the tangled curls with her hands.
and, without stopping to look in her
mirror, fastened to her uncles room.
He was not alone, for by his bedside set
a grave, pleasant-faced young gentle
man, who looked at her with kindly,
smiling eyes. She gave him but d
hasty glance, for her uncle's hand was
outstretched to her, and she ran to take
it.
"And this is the brave girl who went
two miles through the dark night to
bring help to her cross old uncle" he
said. II know all about it, dear. /
would have died if the doctor had not
come SO soon. You saved me. What
reward can give you, dear childp''
Forgive my MOTHER" whispered
Jack, softly.
MI. Doran's face frightened.
81 was sure you would say that" he
cried. 'sJack, dear, I have forgiven
her already, and as soon as it is morn
ing the minister here is going for her.
DO you think she will forgive me and
comeP She must come and stay, for !
can never let you 60, Jack = dear,
brave Jack! You have taught me a
lesson.n
And he drew the blushing, happy face
down and kissed it with all fathers
tenderness.
There were tears in the bright eyes
when she. looked up, For the second
time within a few hours Jack forgot
her manllness and was crying. But
the tears and blushes gave sOftness
and charm to her face that made 1t
wonderfully attractive to Malcolm
Boyd, the young minister, and she look
cd so sweet and lovable and womanly
that he felt an almost irresistible in
clination to take her to his heart.
"She will be woman worth the hav-
ing," he thought; and then and there
resolved to win her for his own.
Jack had meant to make some pretty
speech to the minister, to thank him
for helping her; but she only remember
cd now how she had felt his arms
around her in the starlight, and, blush
ing, she hung her head in silence.
That was two months ago. She
smiles now when she thinks Of it, for
she is no longer shy with the minister.
Can you guess whyP
Mr.. Doran is building beautiful
little parsonage close by the village
church, and rumor says that when it is
completed Jack will 60 there as the
minister's bride. Perhaps it is so, for
she is growing so quiet and womanly
that her happy mother, who is renew
ing her own youth in beautiful Glen
side, says that God has doubly blessed
jacks venture.