The morning call., 1892-05-27

| repetition of these words and made an i'm
| patient gesture, but as he did so glanced
! pitifully at the slOuching figure.
! What you most need is good nursing, -
| said the doctor after examining the patient.
| The mans face darkened. Tue woman
| lowered simlessly over the stove.
! "She's my wife," said the SICK man,
! hoarsely. 81 know she amt quite like
other folks. But she's Peaceable and good;
not bold and noisy like other women.
! pitied her first off; then got KIND iona
| Of her. And She"
The girl had crept to the bedside and
! stood there with her vacant troubled lace,
! fumbling with the pillows.
Joe" she said, much as mother might
! speak her baby'S name.
! ''She can't do nothing for me nor for her
/ self" whispered the man. as he clasped one
| Of the 3uttering hands in HIS.
poor tGingW murmuTed the doctor.
81 can earn good wages when Pm WELL"
went on the invalid, land l did the cooking
| and kept the house tidy then. Now every
things going wrong. She spells all the
Yictuals, but she don't mean to-"
At this moment something on the stove
boiled over with a loud hiss and filed the
room with the odOT Of ScorchiDg milk. The
girl stared, then moved toward the ruined
ness.
"Oh, dear me - said the sick man, under
his breath. Don't burn yourself, Nelly"
he called, as II TO q child.
It's scorched, joe" she said, the tears
overlooking at last.
Never mind, my girl, throw it away.
We can get plenty more. You see, Doctor"
/ he said in his hOarse voice, u can't speak
/ rough to her. She's my wife"
The doctor sat with bent head. speeches..
III send you a nurse, my man" he said,
after a pause. What You need is good
care. l Will come again tomorrow" And
with low bow o man and wife, now cling
I ing together, hand in hand, the doctor said
goodnight, and went on his way.
THANK you, sir called out the sick
man, much moved.
Tie girl only stared and wiped the last
tear from her laSlts.
Two hours later a capable, kind-hearted
woman was Installed as nurse in the little
home by the river she brought with her
food IN abundance and comforts Of all
kinds
Doctor Ford drove slowly homeward.
Though Il was late a bright light Shone
from the parlor window as he stopped The
glow OF wood fire Illuminated the room as
hP entered. But no one came 10 meet him.
His wife sat IN her rocker fast asleep. The
lamp threw a radiance over her bronze
brown hair and one delicate cheek as she
slept with her head against tie crimson
back of the chair. Her face wore a sweet,
chlldlke expression, with a touch OF path0s
about the lips, and her hands lay loosely
clasped in the lap OF her gown Of soft dove
color.
Near the FIRE stood a white-draped table
holding & tempting little repast carefully
arranged. From a slender glass in the
midst hung one red rose. The doctor knew
she had cut Il for him from her fay0rite
plant On pretty plate repOSed the
haklest, the most delectabie of mnce pies.
Dr. Ford stopped and kissed his wife's
lair cheek reyereutly. She stirred, then
opened her large eyes slowly.
"Oh. you have come. ! am sorry I was
not awake to meet you. But here's a mince
pie. l sent over to Your mother for one"
Hang the piew cIied John Ford
"E.InOT, I am Z brute!"
'Oh, no, deaT-0nly a man. instead of an
aTchangPl, as l once believed you to be.
But never mind. How do you like my
dress %
1t is divine, and you are an angel.
Eunor But, dearest como and sit by me.
have just been to see gentleman. I want
to tell you all about it,"