Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1891-02-21
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60 , % NI4g more money!
No dear, we quaneled-that was all
and came away :
abroad g
Augusta was too moved to answer; she
| 1uiy SHOOK her head The child buried
nef race IN the pillow and gave a sob or
Two Presently she was quiet and lifted
II again 'Gussie love-" She said. don't
Te angry but want to speak to you,
listen, my sweet Gussie. nv angel. Oh
Gussie, you don't know how | love
| you 1t is all no good; it is use
less struggling against it, must die
sooner or later. though am only II, and
| you think me such a child. / am old
enough to understand that | think. she
added after pausing to cough, that pain
makes one old; | feel as though | were
oO. Wen, SO you see may as well give
! up nghtng against it and die at once |
am only burden and anxiety to you-I
may as well die at once and go to sleep"
Don t, Jcannie, don'tm said her sister.
III sort OF cry; You are killing mel"
Jeannie laid her hot hand upon Au-
| guSta arm. Try and listen to me,
Geaf' she said. even if it hurts, because
40 so want to say something. Why
| should you be so frightened about me?
Ian Ian any place that | can go to be worse
j tnah TINS place. Can | suffer more pain
any where or be more hurt when | see you
| crying? Think how wretched it has all
| oeen. There has only been one beautiful
| thlng IN our lives for years and years,
| ana That was your book. Even when
am feeling worst-when my chest aches,
you know-l grow quite happy when
| tnlhK OF what the papers wrote about
| you; The Times, and The Saturday
| hevlew, and The Spectator, and the
rest OF them. They said that you had
genlus-true genius, You remember and
tnat they expected one day to see you at
| the head OF the literature of the time or
near 1t. The printer devil can take away
that, Gussie. He can take the money,
but he can't say that he wrote the book;
| though, she added. with d touch Of child
( ish spite and vivacigy, Il have no doubt
that he would if he could. And then there
were those letters from the great authors
up in London, YES. / often think of them
too Wen, dearest old girl, the best of it
is that know it is all true / know,
cant tell you how, that You will be q
great woman III spite of all the MeesOns
/ IN creation, for somehow Won will get out
OF his power, and If yCu dom I, five years
IS not all ones Hle-at least, not if people
have life. at She worst he can only take
| all the money. And then, when you are
great and rich and famous, and more
beautiful than ever. and when the people
turn their heads as you come into the
/ room, like we used to at school when the
missionary came to lecture know that
you will thinl, Of me because you won't
/ forget me as some sisters dol, and of how,
years and years before, SO long ago that
/ the time looks quite small when You think
OF 1t, told you that it would be so just
/ before dieG
Here the girl who had been speaking
with curious air OF certainty and with a
gravity and dciiJeration extraordinary for
one so young, suddenly broke off to cough
Her sister threw herself on her knees be
side her, and claspiug her in her arms
implored her in broken accents not 10
talk Of dying JEANNE drew Augustus
golden head down on to her breast and
stroked it.
Very well Gussis. won't say any
more about it. she said; but it is no
good hiding the truth. dear / am tired
of fighting against il; Il is no good-non9
at all Anyhow. we have loved each other
very much. dear; and perhaps-some
where cisa-wc may again - And the
brave little heart broke down, and over
come by the prescianCe Of approaching
separation obey both soDbed bitterly
there upon the sofa. Presently came a
knock at the door, and Augusta sprung
up and turned 10 hide her tears. It was
the maid Of all work bringing the tea,
and, as she came laundering in. q sense
of the irony Of things forced itself into
Augustus soul Here they were plunged
into the most terrible sorrow, weeping at
the inevitable approach of that chill end,
and still appearances must be kept up,
even before a maid Of all work. Society,
even when represented by maid Of all
work, cannot away with the intrusion Of
/ domestic gr.2fs, or any other gTiefS, and
in our hearts we know it and act up to it.
Far gone indeed mast we be III mental or
physical agony before we abandon the at
tempt to keep up appearances.
Augusta drank a little tea and ate a
very small bit OF bread and butter As in
the case of Mr.. hleeson, the events Of the
day had not tended to increase her appe-
/ tite. JEANNE drank little milk, but ate
nothing When this form had been gone
I through, and the maid OF all work had
( once more made her appearance and
/ cleared the table, Joannio spoke again.
I Gus, she said, II want you to put me
to bed, and then come and read to me ont
of 'Jemima's Eow'-whera poor Jemima
dies, you know. It is the most beautiful
thing in the book. and / want to hear it
again
Her sister did as she wished, and, TAX
ing down "Jeznima's Vow, jeannie's own
copy as it was called. being the very first
{ that had come into the house, she opened
/ it at the part JEANNE had asked for, and
read aloud. Keeping her voice as steady as
; she could As q matter OF TACT, however,
{ the scene itself was as powerful as it was
. pathetic, anG quite sufficient TO account
for any unsoemlv exhibitions of feeling
on the part Of the reader. However, she
+ struggled through it till the last sentence
was reached. IL ran thus. And so Je-
/ NINA stretched o@t her hand 30 him and
( said Good by And presently, knowing
that she had now kept her promise, and
/ being happy because she had done SO, she
went to sleep.
Ali" murmured the blue eyed child
who listened Il wish that / was as good
as Jemima But though l have no VOW
to keep can say 'Good-by. and l can go
to sleep"
Augusta made no answer, and pres
emily Jeanuie tIozcd OF. Her sister looked
at her with eager affection. She is Civ
inc up, she said 10 herself, and, If she
gives up, she viii die. / know it; it is
because we are not going away How can
get the money, now that that horrible
man has gone? How can | get itT' and
she buried her head in her hand and
thought. Presently an idea struck her:
she might 90 back &c AIeeson and eat her
words and sell him the copyright Of her
new book for el0O pounds, as the agree
ment provided That would not be
enough, however. FOR travelling with an
invalid is expensive But she might offer
to bind herself on er to him for term of
wears as q tame author. like those who