San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-03-05

and morning had gone up to the nursery
to help the nurse wash and dress the ba-
Eies and that at the end of week | had
learned to do it as well as the woman
herself, and that she had told nv school
fellow that she had never seen any young
lady so handy and patient with children,
and that they were happier with me than
with their own sister.
"rhe second child had the Group one
night" | continued. THE mother was
away, and nurse was too frightened to be
of any use. When the doctor came he
praised her very much for her prompt
remeuIes; ne salu Uney nau proDaDly saved
the boys life, as the attack was severe
one. Nurse cried when he said that, and
owned it was not she who had thought of
everything, but Miss Fenton. | tell you
this" | continued, that you may I'M
derstand that | am reliable. | was only
nineteen then, and now | am two-and-
twenty"
She looked at me again in a gentle,
SCrutiniZing way; | could feel that | was
making way in her good opinion. Her
curiosity was piqued; her interest strongly
excited. She made no attempted TO check
me as | launched out into further defense
of my theory: but she only smiled, and
said, Very true, | agree with you there"
an | spoke of the advantage of having an
educated person TO Superlntend the nurs-
cry Indeed, | found myself retailing all
my pet arguments in a perfectly fearless
way until | looked up and saw there were
tears in her beautiful brown eyes.
How well you talk she said, with a
sort of sigh. You have thought it all
out, can see. | wonder what my hus-
band would say. He is member of Par
lament, you know, and we are very busy
people, and society has such claims on us
that cannot be much with my children.
/ have only two: Joyce is three years old,
and my boy is nearly eighteen months.
Oh, he is so lovely and to think l can
only see him for few minutes at time,
that lose all his pretty ways; it is such a
trouble to me. His nurse is leaving to be
married, and am so anxious to find some
one who will watch over my darlisgs and
make them happy"
She paused, as the sound of approaching
footsteps was audible in the corridor. and
rose hastily as an impatient Violet,
where are you, my DEAR" was distinctly
heard
That is Mr. Morton; will you excuse
me a moment" And the next moment 1
could hear her say. II was in the blue
letters, and now ! want to speak to you
moments" and her voice died away as they
moved further down the corridor
I.felt q keen anxiety as to the result of
that conversation. / was very impulsive
by nature, and had fallen in love with
Mrs Morton. The worn look on the beau
tiful young face had touched me some
how. One of my queer visionary ideas
came over me as recalled her expression.
thought that If | were an artist, and
that my subject was the Massacre of the
Innocents," that the mothers face in the
foreground should be Mrs, Morron's.
Rachel Weeping for her Chtldren;"
something of the pathetic maternal agony.
as for lost babe, had seemed to cross her
face as she spoke of her little ones. /
found out afterward that, though she
wore no mourning, Mrs Morton had lost
beautiful infant about four months ago.
1t had not been more than six weeks old,
but the mothers heart was still bleeding.
Many months afterward she told me that
she often dreamed of her little Muriel and
woke trying to stife her sobs, that size
might not disturb her husband l sat
cOgitating this imaginary picture of mine,
and shuddering over the sangunary de-
tails, until Mrs. Morton returned, and,
to my embarrassment, her husband was
with her
I gave him a frightened glance as he
crossed the room with rapid footsteps.
He was a quet-looking man, with dark
mustache, some years older than his wife.
His being slightly bald added somewhat
to his appearance of age. In reality he
was not more than five-and-thirty. |
thought him little cool and critical in
manner, but his voice was pleasant. He
looked at me keenly as he spoke; it was
my opinion at that moment that not an
article of my dress escaped his observa-
ton. l had selected purpo.ely pair of
mended gloves, and | am convinced the
fingeronds were at once under his inspec-
ton. He was = man who thought no de-
tails beneath him, but would bring his
masculine intellect to bear even to the
point Of discovering the fitness Of his
children's nurse
Mrs. Morton tells me that you have
applied for the situation of upper nurse"
he began, not abruptly, but in the quick
tones of busy man who had scant leis-
ure. 81 have heard all you have told her,
she seems DESTROYS Of testing your abili-
ties, but must warn you that l distrust
theories myself My dear" turning to
his wife, II must say that this young per-
son looks hardly old enough for the posi-
ton. and you own she has no real expert
ence. Would not a more elderly person
be more suitable, considering that you
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