The Evening dispatch. [volume] (Provo, City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1894-10-24
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spite from torment, presently torment
in themselves. A cIinging, penetrating
damp infected everything The tank
overfiowed, and the green garden be-
came dismal swamp, tenanted by
many frogs, whose barking kept Ellen
from sleeping. A broad dado of damp
showed itself on tho walls Of the little
pink house, and a thin film of blue mold
spread over their most cherished treas
ures. Ellen tried stoves in vain; nothing
could get rid OF what she called "mush-
room smell. John Port had several at
tacks of fever-sharp, short attacks such
as he had grown accustomed to and
thought very little of, but it was terri
BILE to Ellen to hear him raving in de-
IiriuID. She attached no Importance to
her own sufferings from neuralgia,
though a spike of pain seemed to be
piercing through her left temple and
was her constant attendant all day long.
81 don't believe in giving in, said
Ellen when the autumn fever smote her
in turn, and the ground seemed to glide
from her tired feet, and objects were
three times their right size to weary
eyes, whose very lids felt hot. Gust
think of the colds | should ave been
getting at 'ome" she repeated, with
persistent cheerfulness. ''The influenza
again most likely, and don't you talk
nonsense about this climate being SO bad
for me, - said Ellen to her husband.
After the first few months, after
health and high spirits had tagged,
came a terrible nostalgia, and that, too,
was hidden from John Port. He never
guessed the passion of longing for her
own people that filled his wife's heart,
and it was very rarely expressed in her
letters home; but, none the less, it was
an ever present pain.
"My, you are looking seedeel'' said
Mrs Gasparez.
81 ave little fever at night some
times" said Ellen, but it's nothing,
and 1 suppose it will get cooler every
day now"
'Ooh, yes, it will soon be albright,
and l have some news to tell you. My
sister is coming to stay with me-my
youngest sister, Miss de Cruz. -
THAT will be pleasant for you" said
Ellen heartily. lis she nice grip
my, yes! She is a beauteel Eyes
that big, hair so long, and her figure,
ooh, so lovelee! She will have monee,
too, some day, for my old grandmother
is very fond of her and says she will
leave her ahl she has, ever so nance
rupeesp'
Miss de Cruz was brought to call a
few days later-a big girl, plump and
shapely, with magnificent eyes. She
yawned openly through Ellen's attempts
to talk and frightened to coquettish
hveliness when John Port came into
the room.
That's fine, handsome girl, fine,
girl" said John Port later.
Then, with clumsy laugh, "You aren't
much to look at now, old woman.
'True enough" said Ellen, laughing
sack, and then she went away and
ooked at herself in the glass with new
yes.
81 do wish it didn't make one so
,lain for so long," she said to the worn
ace and ungainly figure she saw re-
1ected there.
And all this while Ellen took DO heed
# the new world round her. She heard
he wedding music from the surging
ways of the native town, and she said,
We'll, they are making noise, She
aw the dead slowly borne past the lit.
lie pink house to the funeral pyre, and
he said: They're going to burn i'm,
sn't it 'orrid?" She lived in India, save
or the wide difference of heat, discom-
ort and loneliness, exactly as she would
lave lived in England. The only native
With whom she held anything approach.
ng to speech was Abdool, a craven rep
esentattve indeed, and the conclusion
he drew from her study of his char.
cter was that they were ''a dirty lot.
She took no interest in her surround
ngs, The little pink house in its wealth
# strange flowers was only pleasing to
Ter because it had been allotted to her
and she trusted the garden
you'd look more homelike when child
layed there. She watched the long line
f rails down which Johns train would
ONE without a thought of what the
and had been before the wonderful iron
DAD traversedit. There was no romance
or her in the widely varying tracts that
rain came through, and she had no de-
ire to see more Of the country in which
Ter lot was cast. 1.-THE gorgeous east"
ED for her neither glamour nor glory.
Ter days were passed in all endless sue.
ession Of small duties and in secretly
oping that she would feel better to,
lorrow.
Toward the end of November Abdool
an over to Mrs. Gasparez's house one
lorning with an urgent message.
My" said Mrs Gasparez as she
a4ght up a solah topee, "onlee seven
lonth!"
That was at breakfast time, and John
ort was away up the line and would
OF return till the morning of the next
ay.
II am sorry to bother you" said Ell {
IN through her agony, 'but was that
adj all night, and did want some one
} speak to-
"Ooh, l will stay gladlee, said !
frs. Gasparez, land I will send for the
octor, and you will soon be all right. "
The doctor came presently and went
nd came again. Mrs. Gasparez wept
uent tears over the sufferings that {
ould not be allayed, even as she said.
Ooh, you viii be all right yeree
oonp' Ellen lay with clinched teeth.
rying not to writhe or cry out. 81 dc
lte to give you ell this trouble, " she said
ften.
''But she was strong" said Mrs
Iasparez to the doctor in the next room. {
She worked so hard. she did, ooh, ev.
ry thingl 1 am not strong, but l was
ever like this, never. s
"She has worn herself out, " said the