Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-10-06

hc Sutcrcu INC one room OF The low
house to which he had been directed
with a face quite free from Impotence.
Awoman opened the door for him,--a
lean, miserable creature, with pale eyes
void OF expression. Her thin hair hung
over her neck, her calico dress fell
Imply from her sharp shoulders. She
stared at the doctor as he entered, and
he could see there were tears in her
childlike eyes. r
'Joe's SICK" she said, slowly, gazing
into his face. --.--......-.-..
Whats the matter?"
"He-he's goin'ter die, maybe" she
faltered, piteously.
mo, hope not"
"Joe's SICK" she repeated in whis-
per, shaking her head. >
WHO'S Gomez" asked n voice from
the bed in corner of the room.
Nellie, girl, who are We tallsin' with?"
ut is DR.. Ford, whom you sent for"
said the physician, approaching the
bed. NC lta liN9y
One candle lighted dimly the untidy,
comfortless place, showing stove and
a man with tum bled hair and rough
beard lying among the pillows Of his
bed. t f-
'Oh, the DOCTOR" said he, with fever
ish eyes staring from under the shaggy
brows. : ~ nA 1850 orr
"How long have you been ill?" asked
DR.. Ford, sitting down on a rickety
chair. --t III a u4~
.It's O week sinceI- gave up, utI've
been feeling bad for long time.r {
The doctor placed, his little thcrmom-
ctcr under the patients tongue and
waited silently. iass~ss sa -u~ststdt uf
"Joc's Sick" moaned the girl, peer
ing out of the shadows. 10 ,r. s.pf,1 2
The sufferer seemed TO be irritated
BY tho Repetition Of these w ords and
made an impatient gesture, but as he
lid so glanced pitifully at the SLOUGH
ing figure. '' Z '''''' ''.i i''''''f'' g
What you most need is good nurs-
ing" said the doctor, after examining
the patient.
The mans face darkencd. The WON.
an lowered aimlessly over the stove.
"She's my wife" said the sick man,
hoarsely. II know she amt quite like
other folks. But she's pcaceable and
good, not bold and noisy like other
women. | pitied her. first off; then
got kind O. fond OF her. And she"-
The girl had crept to the bedside and
stood there with her vacant, troubled
face, fumbling with the pillows.
..Joe,s she said, much as mother
might speak her baby's name.
''She can't do nothing more for me
nor for herself" whispered the man,
as he clasped one of the futtering
hands in his.
Poor thing!' murmured the doctor.
81 can earn good wages when I'm
we'll" went on the invalid, sand | did
the cooking and kept the house tidy
then. Now everything's going wrong.
She spoils all the victuals, but she don't
mean to-"
At this nome mt something on the
stove boiled over with q loud hiss and
filed the room with the odor of scorch-
ing milk. The girl started, then moved
toward the ruined mess.
"Oh, dear mel" said the sick man, ur.
der his breath. Don't burn yourself,
Nellie" he called, as If to achild.
Its scorchcd, joe" she said, the
tears Overlooking at last.
"Never mind, my girl, throw it away.
We can get plenty more. You see, doc
tor" he said, in his hoarse voice, 81
can't speak rough to her She's my
wife" Nr,flo srnr
The doctor sat with bent head. speech.
less. ~ A eh
"I'll send you n nurse, my man," he
said, after pause. "What you need
is good care. l will come again to-
morrow" And with low bow to man
and wife, now clinging together, hand
in hand, the doctor said goodnight, and
went on his way.
THANK you, SIR" called out the sicl,
man, much moved.
The girl only stared and wiped the
last tear from her lashes
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.
DIR. Ford drove slowly homeward
Though it was late bright light shone
from the parlor window as he stopped
The glow of wood fire illuminated
the room as he entered. But no one
came to meet him. His wife sat in hel
rocker fast asleep. The lamp threw a
radiance over her bronze-brown hail
and one delicate cheek as she slept with
her head against the crimson back Of
the chair. Her face wore sweet
childlike expression, with touch OF
pathos about the lips, and her hands
lay closely clasped in the lap of heI
gown of soft dove color.
Near the fire stood white draped
table holding tempting little repast
carefully arranged. From slender
glass in the midst hung one red rose
The doctor knew she had cut it for hin
from her favorite plant On a pretty
plate reposed the fakiest and most
delectable of mince pies,
DIR. Ford stopped and kissed his wife''
fair cheek reverently. She stirred
then opened her large eyes slowly.
''Oh, you have come. | am sorry
was not awake to meet you. But here's
mince pie. sent over to your mother
for one"
Hang the pier' cried John Ford
.Elinor, am brute!"
''Oh, no, dear-only a man, instead o.
an archangel, as / once believed you tt
be. But never mind. How do yor
like my dress?"
at is divine and YOU are an angel
Elinor. But, dearest, come and sit by
me. have just been TO see a gentle
man. I want to tell you all about it,
Chicago Journal.
why She Thought So.
A very pretty young woman entered