The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1892-06-17


GA hint to the wise is sufficient you
know. l want to see if Aunt Evy is wise.
If she is, she'll either ask us to go there,
OF send us the money to go to the mount
aims See?" said Maize, who could not
OF would not see any harm in it.
Don't send it. Maize, it will make her
very angry. She is so queer, " said Eloise.
"Give me the letter. She need not
blame you for my misdoings," and
taking the letter Maize wrote this post
script, which would only make matters
worse:
P. S.-Eloise does not approve of this letter,
and does not want me to send 1t. How are tho
dear little doggies, and the parrot2 NJ. E. L.
Now" she said, II shall put on my
dress and run and mail it.
Don't send it, Maize. pleased"
"Yes, 1 am going to send it," and Ma
zie was firm.
The letter was sealed with a stamp
nclosed, and Maize started for the near
est letter box.
II wonder what Aunt Evy will say?
THE impertinent minx!' ] guess. But
don't care. I'm getting desperately
wicked lately and" SO mused Maize as
she neared the mailbox.
She hesitated with her hand on the lid.
"Shall drop it inf" she asked herself.
".Yes, WILL" and the letter dropped.
ats gone now. How would love to
see dear Harold. Some day'-will he
ever come for his answer? How well I
remember the evening he asked ME tho
question! We were at Aunt Evy's then,
four years ago, just after mothers death.
before Aunt Evy took offence at my re-
fusing to marry poor preacher, and
turned Ell and me out of doors.
"Harold and were sitting in the boat,
drifting slowly along the cool bosom Of
the lake at twilight. Maize, he said,
'let us drift through life in the same boat?
l love you. Some day, will you not
promise to love me and be my wife in
truth! You know used to call you lit
tie wife Some day may not call you
so in truth?' Some day, Harold an
swered carelessly. Some day will an
swer you.' He was grieved, know, but
he said nothing, and next morning he
went away. l would love to see him.
Dear Harold! that some day will never
come"
Maize walked on in silence.
"Oh, what pain in my head! How
hot it is, and how weak feel!"
She quickened her steps as much as she
could and reached her boarding house in
few minutes.
She tottered up the long flight of stairs,
and into herroom. Eloise was not there.
Maize threw off her hat and dress, and
donning her wrapper fell upon the lounge
exhausted.
Eloise came back in a very short while,
singing and trying to be cheerful, but she
stopped when she saw Maize, whom she
thought asleep.
"How white she is, and how rapidly
she breathes! And she holds her hand on
her head as if in pain. Oh, hope she is
not going to be ill, and Eloise laid her
hand on the hot cheek.
Maize opened her eyes as she felt the
touch of Eloise's hand, and murmured:
"Oh, my head hurts SO badly Ell, has
Aunt Evy answered the letter? Do you
think we can 60 to the mountains? Oh,
l hope we can! feel just like mother
said she felt when she was taken ill. Do
you think we can really go?"
"Yes, dear, am sure we can CO." an
swered Eloise, gently bathing the hot
brow with cooling camphor water.
SIN the novels, Ell, they bathe the hero
ines head with eau de cologne. like
plain old camphor best, don't your"
"Yes, dear, very much better. But
hadn't you better undress and go to bed?"
"Why? Oh, Ell do you think am CO.
ing to have the fever?"
Il am afraid so, answered Eloise, but,
seeing Mazies frightened look, she added,
trying to persuade herself that it was
true, But not very long. 1 mean you
won't be very sick. Lie here until come
back"
Maize closed her eyes and tried to
sleep, while Eloise went down to the
landady's room.
please, Mrs. Sheriff., will you como
upstairs and see Maize? am SO afraid
she is going to have the fever" said
Mrs. Sheriff. took the poor girl in her
arms just like mother would, and tried
to cheer her up.
"Yes, dear, of course I will" And tho
kindhearted woman suited her action to
her words.
"Do you think we need doctor, Mrs.
Sheriff. 2" said Eloise.
Within very few minutes afterward
there was soft knock at the door,
and Mrs. Sheriff.. opening it, admitted
Dr. Eldridge. man of 80, passably hand.
some, noble looking in every respect.
Good evening, Mrs. Sheriff., was his
greeting.
He saw Eloise standing by the bed, and
said, Good evening, Miss Laurance, in
II tone which might. if one had noticed
it, been called tone of relief.
The doctor admired Eloise, and Mrs.
Sheriff. knew it. He was not practicing
medicine because he needed the money,
for unless the patient was wealthy he al.
ways forgot how much the bill was,
when he was asked for it. and never
failed to forget to send in the bill to o
poor patient.
He had been called in to see Mrs. Lau.
rance when it was too late TO save her,
and his heart went out at once to the
two girls who stood weeping beside their
mothers coffin, and who, excepting a
strange lady, closely yelled, and several
Of the neighbors, were the only mourners.
Maize and Eloise when they were told
Of the strange lady had said to each
other, "Do you think it was Aunt Evy 2"