Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1890-09-13

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think it all nonsense to frighten other
people to death for every little turn OF
this kind"
THE hot blood rushed indignant to
the cheek of the young man The
heartless creaturel" he said to himself
Theren be no beauty II her face
any more to me"
There was little silence, then with q
plant that seemed to hold a God for
give you" In II, the stranger said, 1t Is
true, I am easily frightened, but the
doctor told me- Here she broke
down, and something Ike q mist came
to the young mans eyes for yeEy syn
patty.
@Oh, 1 guess she won't die this time,
said Moreno, and her voice sounded
( fendish.
Sir Horace ground his teeth. He
was man of the quickest, finest sensi-
bilities, and he could not avoid the
feeling Of disgust that crept over him
at the sound of that language He saw
! the young girl depart, and then entered
I the drawing room. Mrs. Willoughby
had come in. She smiled grimly.
We are so pestered up here, she
said. IF any old woman II the village
cuts her finger she sends TO U.s."
Have you had a call, lately?" asked
Sir Horace.
Just now-the schoolmistress, q
good sort Of girl enough. Her mother
has dangerous turns now and then; it's
five miles for the doctor, and this is his
Wexford day, so he'd probably be twenty
out of the way"
What, madam dangerous illness
and no medical help near! [ am ply
stefan, or should have been one had /
followed ny profession. must beg
leave to go Immediately; my humanity
is touched. Good evening, Mrs.
Willoughby-the cottage inst there, is
If not ?" he motioned. turning to MOrena,
who had Just come in.
The beauty murmured an ungracious
@yes." She did not ike the looks OF
his face; how stern it was. She fancied
II darted displeasure upon her, and con-
se4uently indulged herself IN the sulks
al the evening.
Meanwhile the twilight was gather
ing its dews and its shadows. Before
the young man Rosalie was hurrying,
already half way down the hill. He
followed at her own pace, not betraying
himself, and shortly after her form had
disappeared he entered the cottage.
Cheerful. neat, Of scrupulous cleanli-
ness was this little room the type.
Here in one corner the massive family
clock that limited az former respectable
ity, perhaps pOsition-in one corner a
low bed, occupied by an extremely
gentle-faced mountaineering over her
the pretty RosaIie, mastering her
strong grief, her bonnet fallen back,
her hair dropping forward, her blue
eyes glistening painfully as their dis
tended orbs now travelled TO the clock,
now rested on her mothers face.
4 viii make 10 apology" said Sir
Horace. I come as a physician"
God be thanked" cried Rosalie, her
pale lips parting and quivering, while
invoIuntarily she clasped her hands.
-Oh, sir, is she not very sick?"
How long has she lain in this coma
tose state?7 he asked.
Now, nearly two hours; once We
thought she was reviviDg.7
Sir Horace glanced keenly and sor-
rovfully at the girl. She said no word,
bat his eyes must have spoken, for she
at once OWNED their meaning, and sank
slowly, slowly back, hopelessness In
her young face that was very pitiful to
see.
How long?" she gazped-
Perhaps through the night, was his
brief reply.
When he left the cottage Rosalie
was calm-she seemed to be stunted
into marble. The last image that he
took With him to the land of dreams
was that of her sweet face, so touch
ingly white
The day following he called at the
little cottage. One glance told the sad
story-why should rehearse It?
"And where are you going, Rasalie =
1t was strange-they had met so few
times, and he called her Rosalie.
''To my uncle's in n"
''Why, child. It Is three miles OF"
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