The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1888-04-12
A MODERN SPARTAN.
BY MISS EDITH MAY DOVE.
Continued from last aUeek.)


ventilred out of doors and settled
herself with story book under
scraggy oak at some distance from
the Inn. Here she remained in
unmolested peace for several hours
until she awoke with sudden start
from midsummer nap, and saw
Clifford standing near her, with a
strangely white face. Taking of
his hat with an evident effort, he
asked, "Please, where is the Inn ~
1t was directly in sight, and Dali
sy impatiently returned, Cant you
see ~
''No-that is-not very WE'LL" he
replied, in a voice full Of paiu. His
hands dropped Imply at his side,
and then he connulsively clutched
the rough bark of the tree. Daisy
sprang to her feet. "What can l
do? You are hurt, are you not 7"
she cried.
Passing one hand over his brow,
he said, "Yes-no-that is" at
this moment Geordie dashed up,
and looking at Daisy halfscornfu!ly.
he drew Gifford's arm into his own
and led him away. When Daisy
returned to the Inn every one knew
that the ''Poor young man in NO.
2 was ILL.," The landlady conversed
voiubly on the subject. cit was
asthma" she said. "He often had
just such attacks" She had given
him something hot to drink, and by
the arrival of the doctor he was
quite comfortable. Perfect rest was
however ordered for the next three
days. During all that time he obey
ed orders, and lay quietly on a
lounge upstairs, breathing with
great difficulty. Geordie seized the
opportunity, and remembered his
friendship with Daisy. He greatly
desired to effect an introduction to
Clifford, but was a little afraid of
Daisy's refusing in her usual high
handed manner. On the evening of
the third day, Geordie was known
tie be upstairs writing letters; Daisy
wearied of having been kept cramp-
ed indoors by the rain all day, stole
along the passage and looked into
Gifford's parlor. A bright fire,
which had just recovered from obsti-
nate smoking, and decided to burn
up chimney instead Of down, blazed
on the hearth and cast a ruddy glow
over the short sandy hair, scraggy
features, and deep set brown eyes,
of Roderick Clifford, who was in a
large chair, bolstered up with cush-
ions. His head was turned from
the door, his body was twisted pain
| fully, and every breath was con-
vulsion. Suddenly he startled Dali
sy by saying, "Come in. It makes
me nervous to see you standing
there"
In the utmost surprise she enter
ed, and suffered him to cordially
shake her hand. But when he in
quired, you're the landlady's little
girl, aren't you?'' Daisy indig-
nantly remained standing, and ex-
claimed, "No, I'm a boarder here,
like yourself"
81, beg your PARDON he said
quiet y.
~ am very sorry that you are i'll, =
Daisy ventured.
ooh, this is nothing" returned
the valiant yong man, beginning to
wheeze violently. His breath be-
came more and more labored, and
to Daisy's excited eyes he began tc
grow black in the face. She had
often seen babies slapped on their
miniature shoulders when they were
suffering from holding their breath
through ineipitent rage; and sne
now tried the same remedy with
Clifford. A horrible paroxism OF
pain overshadowed his face, and
he violently clutched her wrists and
held them so closely that they were
actually black and blue. Then he
fell back on his cushions, thorough
ly exhausted, and gasped out
"What do you mean by numbering
me like that? Shall l put you il
torture? OH forgot" and he
broke off, looking very much asham-
ed.
"Indeed," pleaded Daisy, "a
meant no harm, l meant to help
Forgive me-" he gasped, and
then lay quiet, too weak for CONVEX
sation, but occasionally looking cor
daily at Daisy and smiling. Geor-
die soon entered the room in his u.s.
ual quiet manner. He almost STUN
bled over Daisy, and Clifford man
aged to say, GIVE visitor. She
came in for entertainment-and go
| it. Admittance, one shilling, mon
ey's worth guaranteed. In cases
of dissatisfaction money is refunded
They've all been satisfied, as yet. ,
| Daisy stole out of the room. The
fire leaped up, and disclosed a grin
on Gifford's face.
I'm game" said Clifford "But
why on earth did you say she was
the landlady's daughter ?"
Geordie made no answer, only
thrust his hands into his pockets
and strobe up and down the room
in direct imitation of his father.
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