San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-03-10

IraVerS WlSneQ With all nef nedrJ 10
help us, but she had no nerve. and her
lamentable voice made me trihe impa-
tent
1t was a great relief when Anderson ap-
peared with Dr. Myrtle. He waited for
few minutes, to hear from the doctor that
all danger had been averted by the
prompt remedies, and then he went in
search of Stephenson. 1t was some time
before we heard the sound of carriage
wheels
Reggie was still wrapped in blanket
on my lap, and had just fallen asleep,
worn out by the violence of the remedies
still more than by the attack. DR.. Myrtle
whispered to me not TO move, as he would
speak to Mrs. Morton downstairs, and
enforce on her the need of quiet. 1t would
have been grievous to wake the exhausted
little creature, and was quite content to
sit holding him in my lap until morning,
if DR.. Myrtle thought it was well for me
10 do so.
| had forgotten all about the fancy ball,
and my start when | saw Mrs. Morton
standing in the doorway almost woke
Reggie. really thought for moment
that | was dreaming. i learned after
ward that she had taken the character of
Berengaria. wife of the lion hearted Rich
ard, but for the moment | was too con-
fused to identify her She was dressed in
dark-blue velvet, and her gown and man !
tie were trimmed with eTmine she wore q
glitteTing belt that looked as though tt
were studded with brilliants, and her !
brown hair hung in loose braids and
plaits under a gold COrOnet. As she swept
nOiselessly toward us, | could see the tears
were running down her cheeks, and her
bosom was heaving under the ermine.
"Oh Mcrle!' she whispered, in voice
of agony, as she knelt down beside us.
"to think my boy was in danger, and his
mother was decked out in this FOOLS garb:
it makes me sick only to remember it;
oh, my baby, my BABY and she leaned
her head against my arm and sobbed, not
loudly, but with the utmost bitterness. q
Dear Mrs. Morton" ! returned, gently,
at was not your fault, no one could have
foreseen this. Reggie had a little cold, /!
but thought it was nothing. Oh, what !
are you doing?" for she had actually kissed |
me, not once, but twice |;
LET me do it, Merle" returned N.Y.
sweet mistress; Il am so grateful to you,s
and so will my husband be when he knows
all DR.. Myrtle says he never saw nurses
who understood her duties so well; every-S
thing had been done for the child beforei
he came
ooh, Aunt Agatha if only you and I'm
Gle Keith had heard that
We had talked in whispers, but nothingS
seemed to disturb Reggie. \ moment af-
ter Mr.. Morton came hurriedly into theH
nursery; he was very pale and discom-b
posed, and sort of shock seemed to passl
over him as he saw his wife.
"Violet" he whispered, as she chung tol
him in passion of weeping, this has UNI
nerved you, but indeed DR.. Myrtle saysH
our boy will do well. My darling, Will
you not try to comfort yOurseIf?'
Il was at Lady SIS ball when Muriel, 4
our precious baby-Oh, you remember,
Alick"-for she seemed unable to 90 on. 4
Poor woman! no wonder her tears fOwede
at such a memory. Mrs. Garnett told me 4
reluctantly, when l questioned her thee
next day, that baby Muriel had been TAX
en- with a fit when Mrs. Morton and her
husband were at ball, and the motherE
had only arrived in time to see the infants
breathe its last.
Yes, yes" he said, soothing her, "but
nothing could have saved her, you know. /
Doctor Myrtle told you so; and you were l
only spared the pain of seeing her suffer,
Try to be sensible about it, my dearest;k
our baby has been i'll, but everything has
been done for him; and now he is relieved, 4
poor little fellow. We have to thank you
for that, Miss Fenton. How nicely you
are holding him! He looks as comforta- 4
BILE as possible" touching the boys cheek /
with his fOrefinger. Now, my love, letH
me relieve you of this cumbrOus thing,"t
taking off her cOrOnet; this mantle will
unfasten, too. | see Now, sxppOSe youl
put on your dressing-gOwn, and ask Tray
ers to make you and Miss Fenton some
tea. | will not be so cruel as to tell you
to 90 to bed"-as she looked at him plead ]
ingly. IF you were wise woman you
would go, but | suppose | must humOrE
you; but you must get rid of all this "trip
perry"
"Oh, Alick, how good you aren she
said, gratefully; and in a few minutesR
more she returned in her warm, quilted
dressinggOwn, with her hair simply
braided; she looked even more beautiful
than she had done as Berengaria.
Mr.. Morton soon left us after placingt
his wife in my charge. The night passed
very quickly away after that. When |
Reggie stirred put him in his cot, and
begged Mrs. Morton to lie down on the l
bed beside him, She did not refuse; emo
ton had exhausted her, but her eyesu
never closed. She told me long afterwardi
she dared not sleep, lest the old dream
should torment her of the dead baby'su
hand, that she could never warm with all i
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