Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-06-27

"But my master will be angry and
your little feet will be weary. VANS
feet will not tire. Let him go alone.
He would go through seas of fire for
the young master and for you"
"Hush! have written to the doc
tor. He will not be angry. A human
life is at stake. Have you forgotten
any thingP"
Nothing, my lady. have bottle
of whisky in my pocket.
The next morning the Russian doctor
found in the breakfast room note to
his address containing these words:
do not seek a nurse for your friend. will
remain with him until all danger is over, or
until he leaves this world Ivan goes with me-
Do not chide my secret departure. should have
died had been held back, and know that you
would have held me back. In a case like this
every minute is precious.
1.-THE plying Mother of God will protect him
and me. And you, dear uncle will make him
well. In his sick chanber hope soon to kiss
your hand
Good heavens, what will people
say!" cried Marianne, as Arnim read
her the letter. 1--WE must never receive
her back. 0 what a scandal there will
ber'
"Have no fear of that. If Hilmar
RECEIVERS, every one will think his future
wife did heroic deed"
''His future wife?'
eyes, Marianne. The night before
he left Hilmar confessed to me his love
for Desiree."
For this child! And the silly thing
thought he wanted to make me his
wife. Well, 1 am glad told her
would never accept an offer from him.
But if he dies"--
81 hope he may live. God is merci-
full, will at once drive over to Grun-
feld.n
He returned to his study and opened
his desk. He took from box bit of
yellow lace, closed it tenderly in the
hollow of his hand-then pressed it to
his eyes-a long, long time.
Dark thoughts like ill-omened birds
of the night fitted around our Russian
doctor as in his carriage he passed
over the long, solitary road to that
mountain village-the same road over
which Desirec's little feet had wan
dcrcd the night before. Why must all
this happen? Why for him alone was
there no happiness, no drop of that
elixir his heart craved? Had not every
human being the right to one sunbeam?
If Hilmar died would not this be the
natural solution of the question:? Might
not Desiree then turn back to him?
No longer Papillon, an inconsolable
widowed bride; but still she would re-
main with him, and he could love and
care for her. Ought he to wish thisF
Did not the fulfllment of the wish lie
in his own hands? The slightest neg
lect of his patient at this stage of the
disease would suffice. He shuddered
He was Mortified at himself He claspe
his hands in agony. What terrible
power over him had every feeling con
nected with the thought of this young
girl!
LEAD us not into temptation?" wills
pered the quivering lips, while drops O.
anguish stood on the strong man fore
head. The day was bright, the birds
sang, nature wore her festal summer
robes. Refreshing airs streamed dow
from the mountains, the swallows sho
past with exhilarating cries of joy. How
beautiful was the world! How hard i
must be for one to leave it when bles
with the love of Desiree!
The widows cottage now rose befor,
him; the window of the sick man
chamber was open; the life-giving sum
mer air streamed in unhindered
"Papillon's hand has been busy here,
he thought. Hesitating, he passed tn
threshold. The old woman 1imped t,
meet him. ''How is our patientP" h
asked, softly.
"Better, I think, since the sweet
heart came. Poor young thing! H
knew her directly, and as she stepped t.
his bed, he cried: Darling, you hav
come at last! Now 1 shall die easily
. Lay your hand on my foreheadr Sh
, did so-and sits there yet, sweet lamb!
The doctor entered the sick chamber
. Yes, there she SAT, the beloved one, pal
and weary, but with blissful light i
; her eyes. Her hand rested upon tn
forehead of the sufferer, who was noN
sleeping. Ivan recognized his master
and drew stealthily into the bach
. ground.
"Uncle, he called my name, h
begged me lay my hand upon his fore
J., headr' whispered Desiree. with fair
. smile. 81 have been praying for hin
and that you might come. Now tn;
you are here, all will be WE'LL"
8 eyes, my child hope so. We wi
save him with the help of God. I sha
! remain until the crisis is over. We wi
e await it together as on that night whe
q I first met you, Papillon."