St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1888-03-31

bright colored strip or carpet on the hoo1
where it could be most used, and in the
middle of the room where the ceiling was
at it's highest, dainty white bed. and ly-
ing there in state-l 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 are the doctor, aren't your" she
said My dear, was just and only a woman.
so 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-Is that nine O'Clock striking? Then ]
must save the rest for another time. What
will Henry sayf told him 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 aboutp
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. y
The doctor is at the door Jeanette, I've a
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this denouement from the beginning(
the morning, IL 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 Vet
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 disappointmenta Mrs Marsden,
too, slept, and dreamed that mournful
train bore elaine the lovabIe" "all in
white samite robed" and laid her Oh the
steps at her own house door.
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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 a somewhat remorseful and SUBJ
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-
ton. 1t may have been due in part to the
bells which would persist in saying Easter
ter bonnet. They said 1t
soberly, they said it sneeringly, they sang
it, and chanted it, and tolled it; they said it
solemnly and they said it with great bursts
Of laughter. 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 -net-Eas-ter
bonnet They behaved very much like the
choir which intermits it's gossip to sing
Gloria. Was Easter question of bonnebs? st
was very uncomfortable question for
Mrs Marsden 10 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-hned cathedral glass. Tt shines on DR.
Dorem, whose fingers aids his near-sfghted
eyes to follow the crooked trail of his man
uscript It shines on the just and unjust
on Mrs Merlin. inwardly raging
because the green tints Of the glass are
killing the colors in her head-gear and
giving her CHASTITY complexion On Mrs
Frisbee, who is burning to publish her dis
,overy that would be fashionable is wear
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Don't be too long, Dr. Dorem, for the
house waits to 60 into committee.
In due time the sun shines in certain
narrow garrett window in Breeds court.
making an aureole about the curls of little
Lily, who, clasped in her sisters arms,
ioins her voice in holy Herbert's hymn:
Sweet day. SO cool, SO calm, so bright"
For here In this upper chamber 1t is
Easter, too; not altogether ont OF the
shadow Of that bonnet, but very much In
the sunshine OF love. It 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
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