Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1894-09-29
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the doctor came to afterwards.
There was small fire in the CRATE.
\ lamp was on the round table.
which was put 10y the bedside. In
the bed lay II 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
quite so well to-day. There amt
much the matter. is there, Lucy?
But fancied it'd be comfort to me
II you'd see her.
When Mr.. Temple said there wasn't
much the matter. it has to be borne
in mind that he had been wont to see
her for iivc-and-twenty years like
this.
she had n stroke, and she has
been paralyzed ever since" said Mr..
Temple simply.
lie did not speak in particularly
sad voice, or us IL he pitied her or
himself. The doctor looked ut Mrs.
Temple.
1t would have been difficult to say
what her age might have been, she
was such wreck Of u woman. She
was. as 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 bcreft Of any
beauty it might have possessed.
Speech was difficult to her, and the
few words she uttered were scarcely
articulatc. 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 a chill. DO what
I will this rooms draughty, and she
naturally feels the cold. She never
complains, but l know she feels the
cold. Don't you Lucy"
She muttered something.
YES" said Mr.. Temple, "she
does. You may be sure II she owns
to it there's reason. The only thing
we ever quarrel about is that she
won't ever say what ais her, unless
l 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 II II
/ hadn't been for Temples tone and
the look In the eyes of his wife as she
turned them in tue 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? he in
quired, when he had asked Temple .
few questions and written u pre-
scription.
why. I do. SIR" said Temple
~ wouldn't let any one else touch
her."
do you mean you do everything|
"Why, yes, sir. Who should II
not me? She Is my wife. I used tc
be bit clumsy Mt first, but I've had
time to learn. l manage pretty fail
now, don't !, Lucy?'
Again the grateful, devoted eye.
shone upon him. The doctor hat
seen how u woman could look wher
she loves. There were times wher
the remembrance Of shining, long
dashed, upturned eyes thrilled hin
almost to pain, but-would Moral
ever look Mt him like that
He cleared his throat before Il,
spoke again. But you 60 to work
What then? Is she alone?"
"Why, she Is, sir, SO to speak.
wouldn't leave herif I could help 1t
But | always commend her to tn
Lord before ! go out, and He ain
never failed us yet"
The doctor had mans hatred O
, cant. But he had sufficient insigh
by now into the character Of thos
with whom he dealt to know thu
these words were as simple and sin
cere as those which had precede
them.
. II get up early of a morning, yo1
see, SIR" said Temple, land max
our breakfasts and attend to hel
. Then before / start for work-I'm Il
an engineers EMPLOY just board
her up in bed so as she can't fall out
I'm back at dinner hour, and W
have it together. Then, when leav
work, my evenin soon passes. There
t usually bit Of cooking to be done
and washing up, and the room to b
:. seen to. A invalid must have thing
clean about herr it isn't agreeable
r just lie and Look at everything dirty
! like Lucy to keep brlght--bu
l there! she always is; and II occi
slonally she gets down l soon chez
, her up, don't !, Lucy? Me and Sum
/ together. Sunny-that's our bul
finch. He's asleep now, covered NJ
a you see, and | won't disturb hin
6 But by day he's that lively! II
\ chirps and talks away to Lucy; he
y company for her, Sunny is, bless III
n little heart -
: lie told the story Of his great III
p selfish life without any idea that
t was either the one or the other. II
g deed, he would have been surprise
!. If the doctor had followed his inclin,
ton to wiring his hand and tell hi
Y he was proud to make his acOuain