Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1895-06-29
Enough, Dora. May you he happy

Enough, Dora. May you be happy.
| will go now and strive to be CRATE
full, at least, to one who know has
loved me long can offer her poor
recompense for years of devotion.
Farewell"
He was gone, and poor Dora had
drained to the very bottom her cup so
overflowing with bitterness.
''Oh, when will this weary journey
be over: Pity, pity me, heavenly
Fathcry' she sobbed.
A coming step fell on her ear, and
she knew Willie was near. And her
heart grew calmer, and breathed the
grateful prayer:
Forgive my murmuring. Father
Through my sorrow | have gained a
blessed boon
Yes, her brother had kept his vow,
remaining firm against all temptations
Julia Garnet was triumphant at last
Her marriage was fixed for an early
day. But when only two days re-
mained before the time for which she
had so long hoped, she was stricken
with fever, which proved to be of
contagious form.
This reached Dora's ear while visit
ing sick friend. From the attending
physician came the intelligence, and
he added:
II fear she will suffer. All have
fled except her mother, who is too
feeble herself to do much for her. Do
you know, Miss Warner, of a compe-
tent nurse could obtain"
81 do. | will find one immediately
Hush She is stirring. She will
awake to consciousness" said the doc
tor, as he bent over the PROSTATE form
of the sleeper, who, in moment after,
opened her eyes, looked inquiringly
an instant into his, and whispered
"Have been asleep? was so
tired. When Julia was sleeping so
sweetly, must have lost myself"
A pleasant little smile was on the
doctors face, when he said to himself:
"Yes, my dear. You lost yourself
for just three weeks"
Willie came in and pressed his lips
to her SO pale and thin. And then
gradually the truth was given to her.
Beside the suffering Julia she had
stayed, despite all the entreaties and
commands of her brother and the doc
tor. And when the fearful crisis had
passed, the noble girls strength failed,
and she too was stricken with the same
fearful fever. Long days and nights
Willie and the nurse watched beside
her couch, and Julia Garnet ieebly
hovered near, praying-for she could
pray then-that the noble, suffering
girl might live.
"May | come in, ,loctory' asked a
voice at the door, so low and sweet,
that Dora looked up with surprise rs,
in answer to the permission, Julia
came to her side-Julia, whose sharp
eyes were softened, and glowed with
new and holy light, as she bent over
and whispered;
"Dear Dora. Good, noble, forgiv-
ing Dora"
"Iou do not hate me now, Julia?
Oh: Eve had such happy dreams y
IT love you, Dora. But there is
one who loves you better than |.
Your future life shall be one long
happy dream. Look at me, Dora.
Thank God, the wicked girl you used
to know died in that dreadful fever,
and you nursed her back tolife another,
better one, whose aim is now only to
prove her gratitude to God and you.
Harry knows all. He has forgiven
me, and is waiting now to gain your
permission to come to you"
"And you-you love him. No, no;
he is yours"
Dora, do love Harry Noble; but
| have learned to love justice better
than him. | can return him to his
own true love without Il struggle?'
A few weeks after there was Il quiet
little wedding, when Julia and Willie
attended the happy couple. y nine
days WONDERING after, by all the
friends and acquaintances, no two of
whom came to the same conclusion
about the affair.
The attendant who enters stable to