The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-07-20


nails upon its cover. cleaned defiance to
time under the slender gas jet.
Il. N. F."
as fer Isick; know that much said
Marcia, decidedly. THAT names BEN
well drummed inter my head. Butwhat
N. f. standt without It's New Found
land-beats my powers.
IN is for Newton. probably said the
doctor. Isaac Newton But that doesn't
tell much. Well, must go. III call again
in the morning, madam" he added,
bowling TO the pretty bride, with evident
appreciation. ''Ihe patients in good
hands, see" And with different but
not unappreciatiye nod to Marcia, he
quilted the room.
Marcia's eyes followed him admiringly.
sit takes medical man, or lawyer,
don't it:p she said. 81 never once thought
of Isick Newton all I've read about
him, too. lie was the Teller that found
out things tumbled if you let go on 'em.
Well, t'other Isick's found it out, too, by
this time. / shouldn't wonder. His
plans turnbled bad He'd better hal
held on. However. he didn't, an I've
got Mrs. Isick ter see to. It's a queer
worldl You'd best go to bed, yourself,
ma'am"
Mr.. Poole, the Bilbury station master,
pacing his lonely platform at an early
hour next morning, found his stroll sud
denly arrested by the peremptory sum
mons of the telegraph.
kilograms formed the brightest spots
in Mr.. Poole's official career. He hast
ened with alacrity to his post, straight
ened the paper ribbon and opened the
key. The message clicked itself off, and
Mr.. Poole listened. lie preferred listen
ing to reading as the quicker method.
AS his ears took in the burden of the dis
patch his eyes gradually widened until
his jaws began to cape for sympathy.
new YORK Sept =. 49,.
To the Telegraph Operator ct Bil5ury Station:
Mrs. Isaac n. F. lies at tae Astor house, in this
city, very ill., Please notify relatives or friends
SAMUEL HYDE NJ D.
.Well, I'm durned!'' calculated Mr.
Poole. $50 that's what's to do. thought
Jake's folks couldn't ha' ben KNOWN ter
that caper. The old lady's cuter,n thun-
der, amt she? Well. Ill go tell 'em.
'Taint time fer the freight yet, an Jake
may want ter 80 down ont"
The consequence of which timely action
on Mr.. Pooleis part was that just twenty
four hours after his grandmother had
reached the Astor house Jacob Fosdick
reached it, too He found the old lady
lying helpless, but placid, ia the spot of
all others where she would have chosen
to spend her last moments; and, bending
over her, something SO very like his idea
Of what an angel must be that he was
almost startled.
All through that day-her golden we'd
ding day-Lucy Fosdick lay and waited.
All day long the golden haired bride
cheerfully relinquishing this bit of her
own bright beginning for the sake of am
others peaceful ending and watched
beside the bed, while, in the further cor
ner of the room, Jake Fosdick sat and
watched her Il would have been hard
to convince him that she had not been
sent straight from heaven to care for his
poor old grandmother. Jack Hazard,
looking softly in from time to time, ex-
tilted III the knowledge that her chief
mission lay elsewhere; but neither did
he doubt for moment her being heaven
sent. 1t was growing dusk when he
came once more and drew her from the
room.
Come out and have a walk, Dot. You
need the fresh air. Marcia is here now,
and you can be spared.
She came back, however, for a mo-
ment, when she was all ready for her
walk, and stood looking down upon the
quiet, waiting face. If she were less like
an angel now that the white wrapper
was exchanged for the soft gray dress
and hat, with the cluster of fresh roses
at her belt, she was SO uncommonly
lovely as a woman that Jake Fosdicks
admiration knew no lessening. She laid
one little, warm hand lovingly upon the
cold, lifeless ones of her predecessor, and
then turned to go. AS she did so. the
closed eyes opened full upon her with
clearer look in them than they had shown
before.
GAS poorly as picter,," qnavered the
feeble voice once more. Gas poorly as a
picter. God bless We, dearp And so
she went.
Their walk was long, and never to be
forgotten. The little bride came back
from it as blithe and rosy as if sick beds
were things unknown to her. Marcia
met them as they came, arm in arm,
along the corridor. The tears in the
honest girls eyes were contradicted by
The smile ON her lips. Both struggled for
The mastery, but neither could quite sub
lue the other.
He's come, " she said, softly. 'Isicks
,ome An by the look on her face when
,he seen him, guess he brought the
posy, too
Without word, but with a sudden
pahng of the rosy cheeks and dimlning
If the joyous eyes, the little bride drew
her husband on and into the room where
Lucy Fosdick lay with that transeendent
peace upon her face which the world
IAN neither give nor take away. Silent
", side by side, they stood and read to-
gether what Gods hand had written.
rheL Dots arms stole softly round her
husbands neck, and her bright head
irooped to the strong shoulder that
seemed to her so sure a shelter.
''Jack," she whispered, as he iisld her