Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1894-09-20

was in It,. That was the conclusion
the doctor came to afterwards.
There was small fire in the crate.
A lamp was OH the round table.
There was a chair-only one chair
which was put by the bedside. In
the bed lay woman. Mr.. Temple
introduced her briefly, my wife,"
The woman turned her eyes in the
direction OF the doctor. That was
her recognition OF his presence.
II thought I'd like you to step
round and have look at her." said
Mr.. Temple. ''I've feared she ism Z
quite so we'll to-day. There amt
much the matter, is there, Lucy?
But fancied it'd be a comfort to me
If you'd see her."
When Mr.. Temple said there wasn't
much the matter, 1t has to be borne
in mind that he had been won't to see
her for Internationally years like
this.
''She had stroke. and she has
been paralyzed ever since" said Mr..
Temple simply.
He did not speak in particularly
sad voice, or as IL he pitied her or
himself. The doctor looked at Mrs.
Temple.
1t would have been difficult to say
what her age might have been, she
was such wreck of woman. She
was, as a matter of fact ten years
younger than her husband, and he
was going on for seventy. She was
perfectly helpless. She could not
move any part Of her body without
aid; she had even lost the use of her
hands. Her face was drawn to one
sine by the paralyzed muscles, and
thus distorted was bereft of any
beauty it might have possessed.
Speech was difficult to her, and the
few words she uttered were scarcely
articulate. There was no light or
color in her face; only her eyes
showed that she was living woman.
They looked straight out, blue and
shining, vivid against the parchment
skin, the scant white hair.
II fancy" said Mr.. Temple,
''she's had bit of chill. Do what
/ will this rooms draughty, and she
naturally feels the cold. She never
complains, but / know she feels the
cold. Don't you Lucy ?"
She muttered something.
yes" said Mr.. Temple, ''she
does. You may be sure if she owns
to, it there reason. The only thing
we ever quarrel about is that she
won't ever say what ails her, unless
/ worry it out She's an obstinate
woman, is Lucy"
The idea OF applying such u word
to the poor creature would have
seemed ludicrous to the doctor if it
hadn't been for Temples tone and
the look in the eyes OF his wife as she
turned them in the direction Of the
old man.
They were always turned in his
direction when he was in the room.
That was one of the things the doc
tor found out before very long.
"Who attends to her 2" he in-
quired, when he had asked Temple
few questions and written pre-
scription.
why. I do, sir" said Temple.
VI wouldn't let any one else touch
her."
do you mean you do everything?"
"Why, yes, sir. Who should IL
not me? She is my wife. l used to
be bit clumsy at first, but I've had
time to learn. / manage pretty fair
now, don't /, Lucy?"
Again the grateful, devoted eyes
shone upon him. The doctor had
seen how woman could look when
she loves. There were times when
the remembrance Of shining, long
dashed, upturned eyes thrilled him
almost to pain, but-would Norah
ever look at him like that
He cleared his throat before he
spoke again. "But you go to work.
What then? Is she alone?"
'Why, she is, sir, SO to speak.
wouldn't leave heri could help it.
But / always commend her to the
Lord before | go out, and He amt
never failed us yet
The doctor had mans hatred of
can't. But he had sufficient insight
by now into the character Of those
with whom he dealt to know that
these words were as simple and sim
cere as those which had preceded
them.
II get up early of morning, you
see, sir" said Temple, land make
our breakfasts and attend to her.
Then before start for work-I'm in
an engineers employ just boards
her up i'm bed so as she can't fall out.
I'm back at dinner hour, and we
have it together. Then, when l leave
work, my evenin soon passes. There's
usually bit of cooking to be done,
and washing up, and the room to be
seen to. A invalid must have things
clean about her; it isn't agreeable to
just lie and Look at everything dirty.
l like Lucy to keep bright-but
therel she always is; and IL occa-
sionally she gets down l soon cheer
her up, don't /, Lucy? Me and Sunny
together Sunny-thats our bull
finch. He's asleep now, covered up,
you see, and l won't disturb him.
But by day he's that lively! He
chirps and talks away to Lucy; he's
company for her, Sunny is, bless his
little heart !"
He told the story Of his great un-
selfish life without any idea that it