The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-06-21

OaSenG passed by.
The moonlight was too strong for the
two men to pretend not to recognize each
other. They exchanged curt good night,
and Dasent went on his way.
This scrap of conversation confirmed in
his mind the vague rumors that were afoat
In the island concerning Mr.. Conway's do
meStic affairs.
ct is hard enough, he wrote to his sis
ter in England, ito see the girl one cares
for married to another man; but when
this man has been known to one as a
scamp, and shows himself now to be a
drunken brute, t makes one simply fran
tic. And Mamie g. Well she regrets.
Don't be afraid, sis If felt could not
trust myself, should not write to you, or
should come home. But l must stay
here. A man can't escape his responsible
ties by hiding his head from them, ostrich
fashion"
So Dasent resolved to abide in Turghuela,
and see the play played out. Meanwhile
he led an easy, pleasant life, as far as ma
terial pleasures were concerned. He doc
tored the lazy, good natured negroes to
their hearts content, and gained their sin
cere esteem as much by his kindness as by
the Incorporating potency of his medi-
cines; and in his leisure hours idled the
time away, bathing in the many colered
sea, playing strange Arcadian tennis on the
coarse, burnt up patch of field adjoining
| the parsonage, or chatting in the cool of a
veranda while the tropical MONDAY sun
was blazing. He saw as little as he posi-
bly, could of Conway, who, on his side
tried to effect his policy of Cancellation.
| But it is not easy to avoid meeting ones
neighbor in Turghuela, and Dasent saw
more of him and Mamie than was good
! for his peace of mind. He noticed, too,
! that Mamie was beginning to look IN
! happy; and sometimes he would catch
queer, furtive glance she directed at her
! husband, and, worse than all-from a GER
! tain point of view-he saw an unmistaka-
| bic light in her gray eyes when Conway
had freed them of his presence. Once he
| vaguely limited at returning to England
! She looked at him half frightened, and laid
her hand upon his arm in her impulsive
fashion.
''You must not go yet awhile. You must
stay and help meas a doctor-with
Philip. Promise me you won't go yet"
One morning about week after this he
rode up to Mount Pleasant to see Conway
professionally Rum and sodas and unlim-
tied Bass had affected his liver, and Dasent
went to cure it, much against his will He
had scarcely hitched his pony up to the
gate post when Mamie, with great, fright
ened eyes and a white face, with strange
red mark across it, rushed out upon the
veranda, followed by her husband He
had evidently been drinking. His eyes were
oloodshot, and he carried a thick riding
whip in his hand. Dasent sprang up the
step with fury in his heart.
"You brutew he shouted, as, with a lit
tie choking sob Mamie ran to him for pro-
lection and chung to his arm.
Stand back, or by heavenl I'll kill you"
cried Conway, brandishing his whip, cpl
kill the two of youl You and that"-
Dasent shook himself free of Mamie and
dashed his fist full in the speakers face.
Conway reeled, struck his head against the
Intel, and lay stunned.
Hes deadP'
ooh, no. be isn't. Mamie, darling, how
did this happen?" asked Dasent, losing his
self control
I'VE quarreled because I said you had
forbidden him to drink, and then-oh, my
Lowell my Lowell help me-" And she fell
sobbing into his arms.
Come, Mamie this won't do,' he said,
with kind roughness. Get your hat at
once and go to Mrs. Jones. That's the
only thing to be done for the present I'll
stay aud look after-him."
That night Mamie slept at the parson
age, while her husband remained sullen
invalid at Mount Pleasant
Early the next morning Dasent was sum-
moned by little black boy.
please, sir, Mr.. Conway's very sick, and
old Joe thinks it is yellow fever"
There was no doubt of it. The CHASTITY
yellow face, the delirious eyes and the rag
ing fever told their own tale Dasent made
few hurried necessary arrangements in
the sick room, sent one messenger off to
the chemists and another with a note for
Mamie, telling her briefly what had oc-
Cured and peremptorily forbidding her to
come near the house.
He saw at once that it was a bad case
almost hopeless. Still his professional
pride was aroused, and he intended to COM
bat the disease desperately. He was pour
ing a draught of quinine down the pa /
tents throat when the door opened and |
Mamie came into the room.
go away, Mamie; go at oncel I'll send /
you news of him." he said rather impa-
tiently.
Mamie took off her hat and threw it on
a chair
''He is my husband, and am come to
nurse him"
ITS madness. You are not strong. You
will be rushing into certain death"
And your"
He shrugged his shoulders.
IT'S doctors duty" he said.
$50 it is wifes. am staying Just
tell me what you want done and I'll do
it,"
Dasent could not gainsay her lie
his shoulders again in token Of
submission.
Hour after hour during that awful ILL
ness they watched together by the sick
mans bed, trying all that science and I'M
care could do TO win him back
to life. In his delirium he muttered things
that made Dasents blood boil and Mai
mics face grow white and set. The bruise
across her cheek where the whip had cut
her still remained. Dasent was seized with
a terrible temptation to let him die there
and then. 1t was only too easy, and it
could hardly be called murder
1t seemed monstrous injustice that this
drunken ruflian should live TO bar his way
md Maimie's to happiness. What if ne
old her all he knew-that Conway was
elbow medical student of his; that he had
windled him ont of a large sum of money;
hat he had turned into an idle turf loafer
Who lived upon the hard earned salary of a
provincial actress In his delirium Con-
way called his wife ''Flossie, - and asked
Ter for money and cursed her bitterly.
And Mamie listened and half guessed the
miserable truth. But Dasent scarcely {
poke TO her, save in whispered monosyl- {
ables, giving her directions. They both
at silent. watching the man they both ,