The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-01-14


argued his wife, untrustworthy to the last
degree. IL his own statement were true.
his charms of manner aud conversation
were so great that he needed constant sur
Vigilance. And be receiyei it, till ne re-
pented genuinely of his marriage, and neg
Iected MS personal appearance. Mrs Del
vile alone in the hotel was unchanged.
She removed her chair some six PAGES
toward the head Of the table, and
occasionally in the twilight ventured on
tlmid evertures of friendship TO Mrs. Bent,
which were repulsed.
''She does it for my sake,n limited the vir-
tuous Bent.
"a dangerous and designing woman, {"
purred Mrs. Waddy.
Worst Of all, every other hotel in Simla
was full
Polly. are you afraid of diphtheriap
"Of nothing in the world except small
pox. Diphtheria kills, but it don't disfgure.
Why do you ask!'
Because the Bent baby has got it, and
the whole hotel is upside down in conse-
quence. The Waddy mas set her five young
on the rail- aud fed. The Dancing Master
fears for his precious throat, and that
miserable little woman, his wife, has no
notion what ought to be done. She wanted
TO put it into a mustard bsth-TOr Group"
"Where did you learn thisp
"Just now on the Mall. DIR. HowIen told
me. RaTbe maj ager OF the hotel is abusing
the Bents, and the Bents are abusing
the manager. They are freckless couple"
"Well. What's on your mind!n
This, and know it's grave thing to
ask-would you seriously object to bringing
the child over here with its mother!'
ION the most strict understanding that
we see nothing of the Dancing Mastsr.n
HE will be only too glad to stay away.
Polly. you're a angel. The woman really
is a her wits ends"
And you know nothing about her, care
le S, and would hold her up to public
scorn if it gave you a minutes amusement
Therefore you risk your life for the sake of
her brat. No, Loo, I'm not the angel l
shall keep to my rooms and avoid her. But
do as you please-cnly tell me why you do
it,"
Mrs. Hauksbee's eyes softened; she looked
out of the window aud back into Mrs. NAL
loves face.
81 don't know" said Mrs. Hauksbee
Simply.
you dearm
Much to Mrs. Bent's surprise. she and the
baby were brought over to the house almost
before she knew where she was. Bent was
devoutly and undisguisedly thankful, for he
was afraid of the Injection and also hoped
that few weeks in the hotel alone with
Mrs. Delville might lead to some sort of ex-
PLANTATION.
Mrs. Bent had cast her jealousy to the
winds in her fear for her child's life.
Dora Bent required her mothers unprofit-
able attention through the day and the
night. The doctor called thrice In the
twenty-four hours, and the house reeked
with the smell of the Condy's fluid, chlo-
rine water and carbolic acid washes Mrs.
Mallowe kept to her own room-she con-
sidered that she had made sufficient con-
ceesions in the cause of humanity-and
Mrs. Hanksoee was more esteemed by the
doctor as help in the sick room than the
half-distraughu mother.
81 know uothing of Illness" said Mrs.
Hauksbee 70 the doctor, 'only tell me what
to and I'll do it
keep that crazy woman from kissing
the child, and let her have as little to do
with the nursing as you possibly can" said
tbs doctor. "I'd turn her out of the sick
room but that honestly believe she would
die Of anxiety. She is less than no good"
Mrs. Hawks ee accepted the responsible
ity, even though it painted olive hollows
I'm Ter her eyes, and forced her into her old
est dresses. Mrs. Bent chung to her with
more than childlike faith.
II know You'll make Dora feel we'll, won't
you? she said at least twenty times a day /;
and twenty INES day Mrs. Hawksbee an
L
But Dora did not improve, and the doctor
seemed to be always in the house.
There's some danger Of the thing TAX
ing bad turn" he said. "I'li come over
between 8 and 4 in morning tomorrow"
GOOD gracious" said Mrs. Hauksbee.
He hever told me what the turn would be-!
My education has zen horribly neglected !;
and have only this foolish mother women
to fall back upon
Tho NIGHT wOra fhrOI1Oh slowly and Mrc
Hauksbee dozed by the fire. There wa, a
dance at the Viceregal Lodge, and She
dreamed of it till she was aware of Mrs
Bent's anxious enes started into her own.
wake up! Wake up! Do something's
cried Mrs. Bent, plteously. "Dora's chok-
idg to DEATH Do you mean to let her dle?"
Mrs. Hauksbee jumped to her feet and
bent over the bed. the child was fighting
for breath, while the mother wrung her
hands in despair.
30. what can 1 do? What can you doG
She won't stay still can't hold her Why
didn't the doctor say this was comingp
screamed Mrs. Bent. won't you help me?
She's dyingn
1--we never seen child die beforeln sta M
mered Mrs. Hauksbee, feebly, and the =
let no blame her akness afte- the
strain of long watching-she broke down
and covered her face with her hands.
There was a rattle of 'rlckshaw wheels
below, the ASH Of an opening door, a
heavy step on the stairs, aud Mrs. Delville
entered to find Mrs. Bent screaming for the
doctor, as she ran around the room. Mrs
Hauksbee, her hands to her ears and her
face buried in the chintz of a chair, was
quivering With pain at each cry from the
bed, and murmuring: "Oh, thank God,
have never borne a chldi Thank God, |
never bore child"
Mrs. Delvilie loc ked at the bed for an in
slant, took Mrs. Bent by the shoulders, and
said quietly: sect me some caustic. Be
quickm
The mother obeyed meet anically. Mrs.
Delville had thrown herself down by the
side Of the child and was ope ing its mos tn.
"Oh, you're killing her!" cried Mrs. Bent.
"W here's the doctor Leave her aioner'
Mrs. Delville made no reply for a minute,
bur busted herself with the child.
snow the caustic. and hold a lamp be-
hind my shoulder. Will you do as you are
told The acid tottle, if you don't know
what mean," she said.
A second time Mrs. Delville bent over the
child. Mrs. Hauksbee, her face still hidden,
s1bbed and shivered. O-e of the ayahs
staggered sleepily into the room yawning
''Dr. Sahib hal 2"
Mrs. Delville turned her head.
"You're only just in time" she said at
was chokin' her when l came an I've burnt
it."
"There was no sign of the membrane get
ting { the air-passage after the last steam