Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-11-02

''FIushi" was the low spoken, hurried
answer Of the Englishman. "Just bear
hand, will you, and help me 10 Lift
him to yonder SOLAR
Easily, between them, they bore the
slight, attenuated form Of the old man
into the lighted parlor. A deathly pallor
had settled on his face. His eyes were
closed, and he seemed fallen into deep
swoon. Perry would have set cushion
under his head ss they laid him down on
broad, easy couch, but the manager
jerked II away. lowering the gray hairs
TO the very level Of the back, % that the
mouth gapcd wide and looked like death
itself.
"Just steady his head in that position
ono minute, like . good fellow. I'll be
back in q twinkling." said tho manager,
a. he darted from the room and leaped
hurriedly up the hall stairway.
Perry heard him rap ct distant door,
apparently at the southwest anglo Of the
big house. Then his voice was calling:
Mrs. Cowani Mrs. Cowani would you
have the goodness to come down Quickl
the masters ill.,"
Then, before any answer could Re
trailing skirts and light foot falls came
flashing down the stairway. Almost be-
fore he could turn TO greet her, she was
in the room again. and with quick, Inn
pulsive movement had thrown herself
on her knees by his side.
"Oh, papai dear fatherl was afraid
OF this! Let me take his head on my
arm, so," she hurriedly murmured; "and
would you step in the other room and
fetch me little brandy 'Tis there on
the sideboard."
Perry sprang to do her bidding. found
heavy decanter on the great oaken
buffet, half filed glass, and brought 1t
with some water back to the lounge.
She stretched forth her hand, and,
thanking him with grateful look from
her sweet, anxious eyes, took the liquor
and carried it carefully to her fathers
ashen lips.
"Can not help you in some way9 Is
there no one can callY' asked the young
soldier, as he bent over her.
Mr.. Even has gone for her-our old
nurse, mean. She does not seem to DO
in her room, and fear she has gone over
to her son's--a young fellow Mt the store
house. Mr.. Even has followed by this
time"
She dipped her slender white fingers
in the water and sprinkled the forehead
and eyelids OF the prostrate man. A
feeble moan, followed by deep drawn
sigh, was the only response. More brandy
poured into the gaping mouth seemed
only to strangle and distress him. No
sign Of returning consciousness rewarded
her effort.
''If Mrs. Cowan would only come!
She has never failed us before; and We
80 lean upon her at such time"
"Pray tell me which way to CO. Sure
ly can find her." urged Perry.
"Mr. Even must be searching for her
now, OF he would have returned by this
time; and dread being alone. have
never been alone with my father when
he has had such a seizure"
Perry threw himself on his knees be-
side her, marveling at the odd fate that
had SO suddenly altered all the condi-
tions of his unlocked for visit. He seized
one of the long, tremulous hands that
lay 80 nerveless on the couch, and began
rapid and vigorous chatting and slapping.
Somewhere he had read or heard of wo-
men being restored from fainting spells by
just 81; n means. Why should it not pre-
vail with the old man? He vaguely be-
thought him of burnt feathers. and look
ed about for the discarded pillow, won
dering IL 1t might not be brilliant idea
to cut it open and extract handful and
set 1t ablaze under those broad and emf
nently aristocratic nostrils. Happily, he
was spared excuse for further expert
ment. He felt that life was returning &
to the hand he was SO energetically
grooming, and that feeble but emphatic
protest against such heroic treatment
was manifest.
"I think he's coming to-" he said.
"He's trying to pull away. Shall I
keep on?"
"Yes, do! Anything rather than have
him lie in this death like swoon."
Obediently he clung to his prize, rub
bing and chatting hard, despite increasing
tug and effort. Then came another fee
BILE, petulant moan, and the hollow eyes
opened just as rapid footballs were heard
on the veranda without and Mr.. Even
rushed breathless and ruddy faced into
the room.
''Where on earth can that woman have
goneT he painted. II cannot find her
anywhere. Is he better, Miss Gladys?"
"Reviving, I think, thanks to Mr.
thanks to you," she said, turning her
eyes full upon the kneeling figure at her
side and sending Perry's heart up into
his throat with delight at the gratitude
and kindness in her glance. She was
striving with one hand to unfasten the
scarf and collar at the old mans neck,
but making little progress.
"Let me help you," eagerly said Perry.
"That Mt least, Is more In my line. "
And somehow their fingers touched as
he twisted at the stubborn knot. She
drew her hand away then, but 1t was
gently. not abruptly done, and he found
time to note that, too, and bless her for it.
~ hate to seem ungracious, you know,
after all that's happsned," said Mr..
Even, but fear twill vex him awful.
ly II he should find you in here when he
comes to. He has had these attacks for
some time past, and think he's coming
through all right. See!'
Old Maitland was certainly beginning
to open his eyes again and look vacantly
around him.
''Better leave him to Miss Gladys"
said the overseer, touching the young
fellow on the shoulder. Perry looked
into her face to read her wishes before
he would obey. A flush was rising to
her cheek, a cloud settling about her
young eyes, but she turned, after a
quick glance at her father.
~ cannot thank you enough-now,