The Somerset reporter., 1890-05-15
SELECTED.
A SUMMER BUTTERFLY
By MARIAN C. l.. REEVES.

mo, thanks; always make point o.
stunning summer butter flies. | shal
walt until yours has taken flight again
when I'll run down. (down-eAst Is tn,
correct thing, and pay you that lont
promised visit, nv dear little cousin, q
your pretty Bar Harbor Cottage"
Ellice Wood had every word of tina
horrid letter. she would not have sale
by heart, though 1t may be doubted II i
had not planted small ranking there
She had every word of it, she might hav,
owned, at her fingers ends Just as mucf
as If the letter itself were folded IN ON
OF the apron pockets into which sh
thrust her hands, as she stood lookn,
up at its writer.
For Il was told you wanted doctor
here. l am DR.. Morrison" he said t.
her.
She might have known that withou
his saying, she was thinking. His pho.
tograph was prominent feature of tina
pretty Bar Harbor Cottage. Her frienc
and his cousin, Emma Dale, had con
stantly, in the most transpal emily match
making manner, brought 1T under Ellice's
notice: until the unlucky day when she
gave Ellice one of Tom MoTrison's
charm log letters" to open; which letter
had ended with that memorable para
graph the summer butterfly. Ellice laid
it down apparently In the middle; En-.
ma Dale had not been sure whether she
read as far as that last page, But when
few days after, Ellice announced that
she had come to the end of her visit, hel
| friend lacked courage to press her fol
her reasons, and so Ellice left Bar Har
Dor.
But not the island. Ellce was fascn.
ated with Mount Desert, and being
Ing = ::Gtc ta5tcIs a2.oi.oo ~ hci |Istsa
she had quietly engaged boarding at 8
lonely farm house on tiny cove neigh
boring on South IIarbor. True, the
Dales had unwillingly parted from her
on the steamer for Boston; but then they
did not know that when 1t touched a,
Southwest Harbor, before leaving the
island, one passenger, at least, went a
shore.
And so their other guest followed fast
upon her going
81 am DR.. Morrison he said to her.
Ellice thrust her hands farther into
her apron pockets, managing to shuttle
oil the valuable ring or two that might
have Informed against her, as she drop
ped the doctor a queer little courtesy,
which she fancied was rustic enough.
won't you just step this way, please
sir, DIR. Morrison?"
This way Is not to the farm house
on the bank standing uninvitingly, with
doors ana green-shuttered windows shut,
but tol a small schooner, careening to-
wards the bank, and lying high and dry
upon the stony beach below.
A ladder led up from the beach to the
deck. DIR. Morrison mounted after his
guide, in silence.
She had not given him time to ask any
questions about his patient, so swiftly
had she fitted before him, her plain blue
serge dress flutt ring In the soft sea wind
that had shaken loose the bright rings or
hair about rosy face as ever sea wind
kissed. "Wouderfully pretty these Yam
kee country-girls area very queen of
curds and cream. But where nave seen
some one like herr DIR. Morrison was
saying to himself, when, at the head of
the companion-w the girl turned to
him.
shes down in the captains cabin.
It's the captains wife. The neighbors
are afraid it's ship fever"
"And your"
She did not notice this question, but
said:
1.-The captain has gone to see If he can
bring sister of his to help him nurse
her-up to Somerville"
"And your" he said again.
Once more she dropped him that
quaint courtesy of hers.
Land sakes If you must have the
hull truth, doctor, Pm the only one of
ha oh nr isr,tf frtuhtanad of the
fever. If you'd look at e'er a cottage
round about hore, you'll see they've bar
red the windows up, as II the very sun
"But you"
He spoke sharply this time, stretching
out sudden hand to hold her back.
She was too quick for him. Swiftly
but poiselessly she passed down the
stairs into the cabin. There was moth
ing for him but to follow.
The captains wife lay in her bunk in
the cabin, which she had evidently maze
into a little home-nest before she wss
taken III. There we're a dc zen gay tri-
fes tackled about on the whitc-painted
walls braided mat upon the floor; a
gaudily worked cover on the cabin table.
Ellice pointed them out to the doctor.
uty WcIC uCl piNcOhbs
she has not been long married. she told
him. She hasn't any near folks of her
own" "She goes with him on his coast
ing trips.
"Just SO" said Ellice, abruptly, turn
ing the conversation from herself, and
leading the way to the patients side.
She was not asleep: she lay there
tnbt t., hap h,,t In If draan,u
feverish abstraction. But when Ellice
came up to her, and deity put her pill.
low In an easier position, the poor so ul
recognition on her.
She fell into tranquil sleep while the
two were still beside her, and did not
know when they left her, and went
quietly on deck to hold the consultation
there.
For "a consultation Of physicians, y
DIR. Morrison called 1t, ''you have man
aged your case admirably" he said.
"Only your diagnosis Is quite wrong. 1t
Is q troublesome malarial fever-( wher-
ever she could have taken iD-there's
no typhus about 1t. Those good neigh
bors who have barred you out" he was
beginning savagely, frowning up at the
closed house shining white In the sun
on the hillside.
Ellice drew long, deep breath Of re-
lief, a. one who throws off heavy bur
den.
II am 80 glad! couldn't help being
afraid. Oh, you mustn't look SO angry !:
II was afraid, how could l blame them
Did you see . tumble-down hut Cd the
road from Southwest harborf Some
poor fellow came back there . year ago
with chip fever, and his wife and i've
children took 1t from him and died. Oh,
indeed. you cannot blame the neighbors
for being afraid"
"And you" he said again.
He had an embarrassing way Of saying
land youi" to night: This round-should-
cred doctor With the cordial brown eyes,
and the large hand that took hers alto.
eether in, (How slad she Wa, she had
slipped 81 thoss teN tsls rjnesD