The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-03-12

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graceful, Martha Fairfield looked in
her deep mourning dress, waxen white
complexion and liquid gray eyes, as
she stood at the window, waiting for
the rumble of the omnibus wheels en-
route for the station, while close ut her
side hcavy-eyeA widow resolutely
eudeavored to keep back the tears
''it will not be for long mamma,
dear" said Martha, encouragingly.
And Mrs Fairfield answered brave
ly, No, darling, it will not be for
long"
Aud only to think, mamma" went
or Martha. chccrily. Il am to have
915O Il year aud six weeks vacation
i'll the summer, and all the duties / am
to perform are being companion to an
invalid You don't know how rich
feel, mamma, dear. And | shall send
YOU a check for the very first quarterly
payment | receive: for what do | need
of money. mamma, with my nice, new
outfit of dresSes?'
Mrs. Fairfield sighed softly. A sit
uation for Martha had been the most
earnest desire Of mother aud daughter
for the past six months-evcr since
Colonel Fairlield's death had left them
comparatively penniess; but now that
it had actually come. by means of
newspaper advertisement that Martha
had vaiantly answered. she felt a
vague sense of coming danger and
misfortune, which was ineXplicable
even to herself.
A long, loving embrace-a fearful
parting-amd the moment so long
dreaded by both was over; and the
future had begun for Martha.
The first page of the volume was
simple enough-a long, wearisome
journey. by rail. numbering coach
ride afterward, into The very heart of
the Welsh mountains. And as the
purpiSh tinges of twilight were begin
ming to settle down in the gorges, the
coach stopped.
"Cross-road 10 Campington Halr'
called ont the driver, hoarsclv. Now,
then, miss, look alive; there's a car
riage Waitin'."
Miss Fairfield, sail the charioteer
of this latter cquipage respectfully
touching his hat. Please, miss Dir.
Campington sent me down here to
meet ycu.
"Dr. Campington" Martha repeated.
''Oh, 10 lie surc?" rs il flashed upon
her mind hat Dr. Campington must
BE the medical attendant OF her invalid
patronesS. is it far2"
No, miss-a matter OF two miles or
more"
Two miles, Martha leaned wear
lily back in the carriage, and drew
down her veil to conceal the drops
that stood in her eyes.
1t was a sad and dcsolatc ride spite
Of the sublime scenery that spread It
self, like panorama, on either side of
her; and Martha Fairfield could not
but rejoice when the man said:
There's the Hall, miss"
1t was aspacious and rather gloomy
looking structure, standing on a
height with Il terraced walk extending
along its whole front.
What a large housem she ex-
claimed.
Yes, miss. it is large" said the
driver. We've had fifty patients
there Mt time"
Again Martha stared. and again her
ready wit suggested solution of the
difficulty. Was it not possible that
this lady for whom her services We're
secured was an inmate of a Water
Cure" or "Hvgeian Home" or some
such retreat for the ailing?
Miss Fairfield" spoke cheerful
voice. Pray let me assist you to
alght. l am DR.. Campington."
And a tall. middle-aged. handsome
Ia, ,,,i.a
brow and mustachc slightly grizzled-
who led the way into Il pretty octagon
study, or reception room. with a red
CARPET. crimson curtains and walls
| lined with books. whose gilded bind
! ings reflected the CHEEKY blaze of =
/ good fire.
/ PRAY be seated. Miss Fairfield he
/ said. The servants will bring you
4 some tea directly; and when you are a
/ little rested and refreshed my house
keeper Mrs. Bland, will show you to
/ your rOom.'
Aud he left the apartment before
/ Martha could ask the eager question
/ which were trembling on her lips.
Presently maid came in, with q
trav containing cold fowl. ham. French
/ rolls and a small china pot of fragrant
tea; ana while Martha was enjoying
4 her repast with the appetite of Is. a
tap came to the door. and tall slight
/ girl all in white. with II wreath OF
! flowers in her hair. glided in.
May | come in? We were all for.
hidden TO disturb you; but / knew you
| wouldn't mind me-"
Martha looked admiringly ut hel
soft. brown eyes and the mass oi
| golden brown hair that flowed down
| over her shoulders.
DO you live here?' she asked.
Il stay here said the girl, "unti
he comes after me.
Until who oomes?'
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