Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1893-03-31

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very little chance that he would be
aware of Dorothy's presence in his
room. Indeed, when she entered it
she stood by his side for full minute
without his stirring. The girl her.
self seemed scarcely to feel at all.
Before her, senseless, dying, lay the
man she had loved passionately
through all her angry mistrust and
injustice; yet never quiver came
over her beautiful face.
She went through the painful oper-
alton without q murmuyCnay, with
an exultant smile. Each drop of her
blood transfused into the veins of the
dying man was SO much towards
atonement.
"Still living" was the doctors re-
port to Dorothy the next day; and he
went back to Devreaux, at whose side
he almost lived. The woman, healthy,
vigorous, recovered rapidly; the man,
who, besides anguish of soul, had en-
dured enough cold and famine to
shatter less fine constitution. strug-
gled painfully with death, though he
did not care for life.
Then lite conquered. "But after
all she has done him cruel Kindness"
thought the physician. "What has
life to give him?'
$50 we are not going to lose you
yet." he said, cheerfully, coming to
the young mans bedside one morn
ing.
Dovereux's only answer to this
promise of life was to look up in the
kind face with eyes full of pain.
"Don't you care to live?" said the
doctor, huskily.
Devereux silently turned his eyes
away. They wandered over the room
as if they sought something. An odd
feeling crept into the doctors heart.
"What is it you want-or is it that
you miss something?" he said.
"Nothing," Devereux murmured;
but constantly the doctor detected that
searching. wistful glance. He began
to understand. The young man grew
stronger in spite of his apathy-the
physical need of life triumphed, and
one day he began to ask questions:
What had he talked about when he
was dclirious? Who had been with
him-only the doctor and the nurse2
"No one else, and we don't notice
sick peoples chatter" said DR. Hall,
smiling.
81 thought there was some one
else," said Devereux, with sigh;
"perhaps 1t was dream"
81 dare say. Who did you dream
off,"
"She was here--I felt her. I don't
think it was a dream. Doctor" lift
ing himself and looking eager, "you
don't answer me- did she Gomez"
"HushI" said the doctor, soothing
ly. ayes; she was here-Dorothy
Clifford"
81 knew it! l knew itw Dove
reux whispered, trembling like
child. "Did she come to say good
by?'
"Devereux," said the doctor, "I
made her promise, and l dare not
break it; | cannot answer you; but
that question to her."
.She will not come," Devereux
said hopclessly.
"She will know the whole story;
never mind how. 1 Will send for
her; you shall ask her that question.
You are puzz'ed Well, sleep now if
you can-l will wake you when |
bring her."
Devcreux, too weak or anything but
mute wonder, obeyed. The doctor
left the house and drove rapidly to
Dorothy Clifford. She thought he had
come to give his daily report.
"He goes on slowly but WE'LL" said
DR.. Hall. 81 have come to fetch you
to him."
"I!" She started back, crimson,
quivering. t.Impossible! You have
not told him?"
"You must come," said the doctor,
sternly. IL have told him nothing
somehow he has found out in part"
She went to get ready, sat silent In
the carriage, and crept upstairs be-
hind the doctor like guilty thing, to
the sick room. Devereux was lying
back among the pillows, looking at
the two as they came into the room.