The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-01-08

Coulu see mat she Vas no good =,
him, and about II O'Clock tried 10 ny !.
suade her 20 20 10 bed, but she said ~.
would rather stop there. and I. beiny -,
tie more than girl then, and witbon,
much authority. let her. All night -
he tossed and raved, the one name on h,ss
lips being ever Lou!se-I1ouise-Iouiza
and ak nigh. long that woma n sat rhs,.
IN the shadow. never moving never snesL
ing. with = set smile on her Inns th..
made me long to take her by the shoulder,
and shake her.
AT one time he imagined himself hail
in his counting days and pleaded: Saw
you love me, Louise. l know you do
can see ii in your eyes. WHAT'S the uss ~
our pretending2 We know each otb.,
Put your white arms about me. Let ~.
feel your breath UPON my lips. All.
knew 1t, my darling, my love, my love
my lover
The whole house was deadly still ansr
could hear every word of his troubled mu.,
terings. l almost felt as If had 40 riys,
20 be there listening to them. but my dur,
held me. Later on he tancied himsef
planning q holiday with her, so Corr
Guided. L shall start on Monday even
ing he was saying. and you can Join y.
IN Dublin. at Jackson's hotel, ON u.
Wednesday. and we'll go straight on
His voice grew q little faint, and hs
wife moved forward on her chair, and beet
her head closer to listen.
No, no. he continued after a pause -
II IN answer to some question, there's IA
danger whatever. It's q lonely ltd.
place, right in the heart of the Galx,,
mountains-O'Mu Halfway hons.
they cali it-five miles from Ballinahinrh
We shan't meet a soul there. Wen hsv.
three weeks of heaven all 10 ourselves. nv
goddess, my Mrs. Maddox. from Boston,
don't forget the name
''He laughed in his delirium. and n.
woman sitting by his side laughed also.
and then the truth flashed across me.
Il ran up to her and caught her by III.
arm. Your names not Louise said
looking straight at her. 1t was an imper,.
inent interference, but ielt excited and
acted on impulse.
ono she replied, very quietly; but il,
the name OF very dear school friend a
mine. I've got the clue tonight that Iva
been waiting two years to get Good night
nurse, thanks for fetching me-
she rose and went out. and I Listened
to her footsteps going down the stairs. and
then drew up the blind and let in tn
dawn.
i've never told that incident to anvo..
until this evening"" my nurse concluded
as she took the empty port wine glass |
had been holding out Of my hand, and
stirred the fire. "A nurse wouldn't eel
many engagements If she bad the reputa
tion for making blunders OF that sort"
Another story that she told me showed
married life more love-lit, but then, as she
added. with that cynical twinkle that
glinted so oddly from her gentle, demur
eyes. this couple had only very recently
been wed-had, in fact. only just returned
from their honeymoon.
They had been travelling on the cont.
nent, and they had both contracted typhoid
fever, which showed itself Immediately On
their homecoming.
Il was called in TO them on the very day
of their arrival" she said; ''the husband
was the first to take to his bed, and the
wife followed suit twelve hours afterwards
We placed them in adjoining rooms, and,
as often as was possible, We left the door
ajar so that they could call out to each
other.
Poor things! They were little mors
than boy and girl. and they worried more
about each other than they thought about
themselves. The wife's only trouble was
that she wouldn't be able to do anything
good to him, won't you she would cry,
with her big, childish eyes full Of tears;
and the moment went in to him it would
be: 'Oh, don't trouble about me, nurse,
I'm all right. Just look after the wife,
will your
Il had hard time between the two OF
them, for, with the help of her sister.
was nursing them both. II was an unpro- !
fessional thing TO do, but l could see they
were not we'll off, and i assured the doctor
that could manage. To me 1t was worth
while going through the double work
just to breathe the atmosphere of unseif
ishness that sweetened those two SICK
rooms. The average invalid is not the
patient sufferer people imagine. 1t is =
fretful, queru!ous, seif-pitying little world
that We live in as rule. and that We grow
hard in. 1t gave me a new heart, nursing
these young people.
''The man pulled through. and began to
slowly recover, but the wife was q wee
slip of girl, and her strength-what
there was of it-ebbed day by day. As he
got stronger he would call out more and
more cheerfully to her through the open
door, and ask her how she was getting on,
and she would struggle to call back laugh
ing answers. 1t had been mistake to put
them next TO each other. and l blamed
myself for having done so, but it was too
late to change them. All we could do was
to beg her not to exhaust herself and to
let US, when he called out. tell him she
was asleep. But the thought of not
answering him or calling to him made her
so wretched that 1t seemed safer to let her
have her way.
Her one anxiety was that he should
not know how weak she was. 1t will
worry him So she would say; he Is such
an old fidget over me. And ! am getting
stronger, slowly; amt /. nursef
''One morning he called out to her, a.
usual, asking her how she was, and she
answered, though she had TO wait for
few seconds to gather strength to do 30.
He seemed to detect the effort, for b
called back an xiously. Are you sure you're
ali right, dear?'
n," Yes s she replied. getting on is
L thought your voice sounded little
week., aess,' he answered; 'don's call out
II 1t tries you
Then for the first time she began TO
worry about herself-not for her own sske
but because Of him.
"'Do you think am getting weaker,
nurse?' she asked me, fixing her grsss
eyes on me with frightened look.
You're making yourself weak BY ca.
ing out, l answered, u little sharply.
shall have to keep that door shut
"'0h, don't tell him'-that was OIL nG
thought-'don't let him know it. Tel nm
I'm strong. won't you, nurse? 1t Will kin
him il he thinks I'm not getting we'll.
Il was glad when ner sister came up
and could get out of the room, for you 70
not much good at nursing when you lesis
as L felt then, as though you had s"er
lowed tablespoon and 1t was sticking IN
your throat.
Later on, when I went In to him, he
drew me TO the bedside and whispered me
tell him truly how she was. II you are
telling lie at all you may just as ven
make 1t good one, so l told him she was
really wonderfully we'll, only little ei'
hausted after the illness, as Was natural,
h. n