Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1891-09-26

81 am afraid, Hannah, it's another light
stroke. But he'll come out of it, never
fear, though he may not again be quite
the man he was"
He hurried away out Of the door, leav-
ing Hannah standing with the lamp in
her hand, but he had not laid the fee, as
he was accustomed TO call it, ON the
table. In moment he was back again,
and had tucked five dollar bill in Han
nah's apron pocket and said brusquely,
"You will want money to fill the pre-
scriptions have left and to buy the old
man a few dainties-a little fruit now
and then, Hannah"
''But you amt rich man, doctor.
You practice too much among the poor
and forget to send in bills"
The doctor hated to be reminded of his
good deeds, and his temper was apt to be
little nasty after night on the road
with one or two bad cases ON his hands.
''Do as tell you," said he roughly. I'D
rather wear my old overcoat another
three years than have the old man want
for anything"
AS Hannah was getting breakfast the
early morning ray shone cheerily be-
tween the houses and lit up the newly
made gardens and the elm tree boughs,
thick now with dusky brown buds and
the delicate tops of the naples turning q
pale pink and yellow. She paused mo-
ment in her work and looked at the rosy
morning clouds, and it came over her
suddenly that she had two sick people
on her hands, that SYPHILIS salary had
ceased, and a great pile of custom work
lay unfinished by her sewing machine.
Hannah's heart was full of trouble for
the old man, whose bright mind was lit
tie overloaded; for her girl, who had re-
ceived stunning blow on the heart, but
she was still undaunted. The more de-
manded of a woman of Hannah's heroic
mold the more her resources are multi
piled; and though she had slept but little
during the night she girded herself to do
great days work, and now as she stood
and looked at the rosy sky out of her
window she caught moment for silent
prayer. 1t was by such inward exercise
she lived through the hard times-the
terrible agonies Of her life-by child
like leaning of her strong soul on the in
finite heart Of love and pity.
Two days had passed and the old man
was no better. His bright intellect had
gone into partial eclipse. He dozed a
great deal, and it was sometimes diff
cult to arouse him when the time came
to administer his medicine. But he was
always patient, and his native courtesy
did not desert him in his pathetic feeble
ness. The second day when Hannah
came to give him his beef tea he tried
to rouse himself and to contend with
the thickness Of his tongue
I'm afraid l give you great deal of
trouble" he said; "but perhaps it won't
be for long. want you to have all /
leave, Hannah. My watch and my old
books-Dick may come to prize them
some day-and you will find will in
my early edition of Shakespeare-the
1923, Hannah. That book is valuable,
and might bring you money if there is
need of it to pay for NY
Don't say that, cried Hannah, with a
catching sob in her throat. ~ love to
wait on you, Mr.. Rand, and would glad
ly if there was twenty times as much to
do; but you're just like lamb to take
care Of" and the warm tears splashed
down on the old patchwork quilt.
"There, there, don't agitate yourself"
he said, feebly pressing her hand, and in
q moment he had dozed off again, with
his face looking pinched and gray in the
daylight that came in from the little
window where the robin was singing.
Sybil did not rise that day. She said
nothing allied her. only she was so tired
and wanted to rest. She refused food,
and her mother could think of nothing
but white rose as her pale cheek rested
on the pillow touched by the long, curl
ing lashes.
1t was afternoon when Hannah sat
bending over her work rapidly plying
her needle. The sky grew suddenly
black as prelude to thunder shower,
and a sudden gust of wind made the dust
eddy and whirl in the road. In the tur-
MOL made by the gust, Hannah thought
she heard tap upon her door, and she
called out "Come in" and did not even
pause to look round, thinking itw Ruby
Armstrong. The door opened timidly
and some one entered, but as there was
no further sound Hannah laid by her
work and, to her astonishment, saw a
young man standing in the shadow be-
hind her and awaiting summons to ad-
vance. He held his hat in his hand in a
deferential attitude and his look was
troubled and downcast.
The blood flowed back to Hannah's
heart as she arose and clattered the
chair with unnecessary noise. Edward
Dinsmore had dared to show his face in
her house. and presently the crimson
tide came rushing back to her brown
face, and her proud and loyal soul was
in arms. She was like ioness defend
ing her young ones. The thunder was
muttering and a sudden blackness had
fallen on the room, but Hannah needed
nothing; she advanced to where he
stood and stopped defiantly in front of
him.
"Can I see Miss Fearingf" he asked,
turning his head little, and it was a
shapely head, as Hannah saw, placed on
a good n,air of manly shonlders.