Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1893-05-02


~ Is hard enough" he wrote To b;s sis.
WI III England. TO see the girl one cares
ier married to another man /: but wben
THIS man has been known 10 one ~ j
scamp, ard show himself now 10 be a
usunkeh brute, 1t makes one simply firm.
&c Ana Mnimie --. Well. she regrets
Ion De afraid. sis. II felt could moi
.fY5t myself, should not write to Won or
: sVenid come home But | must stay
mere: A man can't escape his responsibili.
ties ~ hiding his head from them. ostrich
fashion, o'''ieh
20 Dasent resolved TO abide in TurghneIa
and see the play played out. Meanwhils
ne ieS- an easy, pleasant life, as far as M a.
.eriai pleasures were concerned. He doe
tored the lazy. good natured negroes IN
.helr hearts content, and gained their gin
cere esteem rs much by his Kindness ss nv
tne uhcompromising potency Of his medi-
cihes' ana In his leisure hours idled the
Time away, bathing in the many colored
sea- piay1ngstrange Arcadian tennis on the
coarse burnt up patch of field adjoining
the parsonage, or chatting In the cool of a
Veranda while the tropical MONDAY sun
was blazing. He saw as little as he possi-
ply could OF Conway, who, on bis side
tried to effect his policy of Cancellation
but u Is not easy to avoid meeting ones
nei9hDor In Turghuela, and Dasent saw
more OF him and Mamie than was oood
for bis peace of mind. He noticed too
that Mamie was beginning to look mn.
happy, and sometimes he would catch n
queer, furtive glance she directed at her
husband, and, worse than all--from a Ger.
4 -hn
PIE ilght IN her gray eyes when Conway
had freed them Of his presence. Once he
vaguely limited at returning to England.
ohe looked at him half frightened, and laid
her hand upon his arm In her impulsiye
fashion.
You must not go yet awhile. You must
stay and help meas q doctor-with
Philip. Promise me you won't 90 YETI
One morning about week after this he
rode up to Mount Pleasant to see CONWAY
professionally. Rum and sodas and uplim.
tied Bass had affected his liver. and Dasept
went to cure it, much against his will. He
had scarcely bitched his pony up to the
pgate post when Mamie, with great, fright
ened eyes and white face, with strange
red mark across it, rushed out upon the
\ veranda, followed by her husband. He
had evidently been drinking. His eyes were
bloodshot, and he carried a thick riding
whip in his hand. Dasent sprang up the
step with fury in his heart.
You brntei' he shouted, as, with a lit
tie choking sob Mamie ran to him for pro
lection and chung to his arm
Stand back, or by heavenl I'll kill your
cried Conway, brandishing his whip, "I'l
kill the two Of you'll You and that
Dasent shook himself free of Mamie anc
dashed his fist full in the speakers face
Conway reeled, struck his head against tn,
Intel, and lay stunned
"He's deadr'
"Oh, no, he isn't Mamie, darling, nov
did this happeni" asked Dasent, losing hi
self control.
1--WE euarreled because | said you ha,
forbidden him to drink, and then-oh, m
Lowell my Lowell help me-" Aud she fel
sebbing into his arms.
Come, Mamie this won't do" he said
with kind roughness. Get your hat a
once and go I'd Mrs. Jones. That's tn
only thing to be done for the present II
stay and look after-him."
That night Mamie slept at the parson
age, while her husband remained a sulle
lnvallu at Mount Pheasant.
: Early the next morning Dasent was sun
moned by little black boy.
please, sir, Mr.. Conway's very sick, an
old Joe thinks it is yellow fever"
There was no doubt Of it, The ghastl
yellow face, the delirious eyes and the rag
ing fever told their own tale. Dasent mad
few hurried necessary arrangements il
the sick room, sent one messenger off /
the chemists aud another with a note fo
Mamie, telling her briefly what had o.
Cured and peremptorily forbidding her t
come near the house.
He saw at once that it was bad case
almost hopeless. Still his professions
pride was aroused, and he intended to con
bat the disease desperately. He was pou
ing a draught of quinine down the p;
TENTS throat when the door opened an
Mamie came into the room
$50 away, Mamie; go at once! I'll sen
you news Of him." be said rather imoi
tiently.
Mamie took off her hat and threw it G
| a chair.
He is my husband, and | am come
nurse him."
Its madness. You are not strong. fo
will be rushing into certain death"
And you?"
He shrugged his shoulders
ats doctors duty" he said.
$50 it is wife's. | am staying. Ju
tell me what you want done and I'll {
it."
Dasent could not gainsay her. +
shrugged his shoulders again in token
reluctant submission.
Hour after hour during that awful II
ness they watched together by the SIC
mans bed, trying all that science and Il
RENTING care could do to win him oa'
to life. In his delirium he muttered thlni
that made Dasent's blood boil and Ma
, mics face grow white and set. The brul
. across her cheek where the whip had c
, her still remained Dasent was seized WI
a terrible temptation to let him die the
and then. 1t was only too easy, ana
could hardly be called murder
II seemed monstrous injustice that IN
drunken ruffian should live TO bar his Wi
l and Maimie's TO happiness. What II
told her all he knew-that Conway was
fellow medical student of his; that he III
swindled him out OF II large sum OF houe
t that he had turned into an idle turf LOAF
who lived ul-on the hard earned salary OF
, nrovincial actress. In his delirium 20
, tvav called his wife "Flossie, " and ASK
3 her for money and cursed her oitterl
Aud Mamie listened and half guessed {
| miserable truth. But Dasent scarce
! smoke TO her, save in whispered monos!
r tables. giving her directions. They 20
sat silent. watching the man they DO
,,ntad whose death with terrloie are
NJ their own selves at their hearts, Tn
, we're both longing for, and yet, at the II
! ~ heir own lives, were striving to avert
4 An old negro woman, Maime's nurse