The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-04-20

vaguely 20 understand that there might be
way OF escape open even for the perpe
traitors of what she believed to DO crime
She made an arrangement with the
hawker, and with the landlady of the
house, by which George was removed from
the hawker'S bed into tiny cupboard of a
room where privacy, if not order or clean
illness, could be secured. Fortunately she
had money at her disposal, for she had
found Georges purse, which was we'll filed,
and she had 10 doubt as to the wisdom of
making use of his gold. She spent only
what was absolutely necessary upon herself;
she took enough for sustenance and nothing
more; but for George himself, she spent, as
she thought, freely. No doubt George
would have laughed at her ideas of extrav-
agance, but she seemed to herself very Law
ish. She got the doctor to see him twice
day. She bought everything that he
recommended, and was only restrained
when she made her purchases by the fear
lest she should be asked where her money
came from.
She had reason to spend, however, for
George Eastwood was very seriously ill.
The exposure to which he had been sub
jected,. had greatly aggravated his illness; ;
aud his constitution was weakened by pre-
vious attacks of fever. For some time his
life urembled in the balance. And during
these hours and days and even weeks of
suspense, Jess sat by him with unhlnching
fortitude and a quiet patience, which ex-
cited the admiration even of the parish
doctor, who was not apt to admire anyone,
more especially Mill street girl.
But at last the tide turned. One evening,
he opened his eyes after a long and refresh
ing sleep, and when Jess looked into them
she saw that the fever-hght had left them,
and that he recognized her for the first time
after many days.
"Jess,n he said in a sort of pleased won
der. How did you come herep
ut is all right" she answered, soothingly.
you have been i'll, but you are better now.
Go to sleep again"
He needed no second bidding, but turned
on his side and slept again the health-giving
sleep which showed that he was on his way
to speedy recovery.
But there was no JOY on Jess face She
sat by his side, with her hands folded ON
her knees; her weary eyes gazing before ner
with an expression of infiuite woe in their
soft depths Once or twice she shivered a
little, although the day was warm; and
tears ran down her pale cheeks several
times and fell silently upon her lap. Once
a few words were wrung from her, as if
against her will; and they were strange
words indeed.
TO-" she said, 81 hoped that he would die
hoped that he would dep
No trace OF such feeling was perceptible
upon her face, however, when at last
George woke again, and when she had du-
ties toward him to fulfil. She was once
more the faithful, unwearied nurse. whose
devotion was so remarkable that it quite
filed the place of the knowledge which she
did not possess.
She was quick. thoughtful, deft-handed
as ever. Only once or twice the doctor,
looking at her, thought: There's some
thing amiss with that girl She's got some
thing on her mind. wonder if it has any
thing to do with this Mill Street Mystery
that everyone's been talking of just now.
She's pretty enough to drive maa wild
about her, and she is very like the girl
that they say poor Eyre was in love with. |
think I'll try her on the subject one of these
days"
DR.. Price was a good-heerted man, and q
clever man; but he had the characteristic of
SO many clever people nowadays-he was
ardently DESTROYS to know what his neigh
bors' secrets were, and he called this desire
by the name of psychology. In old days,
it would have been called curiosity.
He had been giving Jess some instructions
about George on the landing outside their
room, and was just turning away, when
rather to Jess surprise, he wheeled round
and said:
whats his Names"
Jess hesitated perceptibly.
Wood" she said at last, giving the last
syllable of Georges surname.
"And yours is-Armstrongs"
"Aline's the same as his, of course. He's
my husband"
fused you not to know the man Stephen
Eyre pretty well"
He saw that jess blushed little.
eyes, sir, she said at last.
GGAl,I Sod thing about hiS daafh wacnfE
itg'
YES"
whats your opinion of it? How do
you think it happenedF'
"He fell cut of window, l suppose"
said Jess. in dry Unconditional tone, which
was very unusual with her.
Eyes, ye-es, or was pushed out, which
was it!" said DR.. Price.
She started, culver seemed to run
through her whole frame, aud another
pause was perceptible before she replied al
most inaudibly:
81 couldn't tell, SIR"
"Couldn't youP' thought Dr. Price. "lt's
my opinion, my girl, that you know more
about it than you choose to tell"
But, seeing that she would not speak
again. he repeated his instructions con-
corning George, and went briskly down the
stairs.
81 shouldn't mind bettlng sovereign, ne
said to himself, "that she'll come to me
again with question or two. Tread alarm
upon her face. Will she or will she nots Ii
she knows anything she will, if she is abb
soIutely Ignorant, she won't"
He was making up medicine that evening
in his little shabby surgery in Wnltechapel,
when he heard timid knock at the door.
He roared out, "Come In" after his usual
fashion, and turned his spectacles expect
antly toward the new conner. Behind the
round glasses, his sharp eyes twinkled as he
recognized his visitor. 1t was jess.
"Tm afraid | didn't quite understand
what YOU said / was to do" she began.
"i,m very stupid, l know; but l did not
ouite know, so thought would unround
sOuite right, my dear, quite right" said
the doctor. "Well, what did you want to
ssTf YOU would Just kindly tell me all
o,,er again - said jess, "what you said this
morning, then l daresay snouiu unoer-
stand quite well. ~ .
Doctor To himself. Something behind this,
I nave no doubt.n And then he went care
fully over the details Of nursing ami treat
r,ant that he had given her that morning.
haj;avinc however, all the time that any
s',cb renetition was entirely unnecessary.
aThank YOU, thank you, now under