The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-10-19

II do wish it didn't make one so
plain for so long, " she said to the worn
face and ungainly figure she saw re-
fected there.
And all this while Ellen took no heed
Of the new world round her. She heard
the wedding music from the surglng
ways Of the native town, and she said,
"Well, they are making a noise. She
saw the dead slowly borne past the lit
tie pink house to the funeral pyre, and
she said; They're going to burn i'm.
Isn't it orrid?" She lived in India save
for the wide difference Of heat, discom-
fort and loneliness, exactly as she would
have lived in England. The only native
with whom she held anything approach
ing to speech was Abdool, craven rep
resentative indeed, and the conclusion
she drew from her study Of his char
acter was that they were "a dirty lot. "
She took no interest in her surround
ings. The little pink house in its wealth
Of strange flowers was only pleasing to
her because it had been allotted to her
husband, and she trusted the garden
would look more homelike when child
played there. She watched the long line
Of rails down which Johns train would
come without thought Of what the
land had been before the wonderful iron
road traversed it. There was no romance
for her in the widely varying tracts that
train came through and she had no de-
sire to see more of the country in which
her lot was cast ''The gorgeous east"
| hold hos ~ frlo oil,
Her days were passed in an endless sue
cession of small duties and in secretly
hoping that she would feel better to-
morrow.
Toward the end of November Abdool
ran over to Mrs Gasparez's house one
morning with an urgent message.
my" said Mrs. Gasparez as she
caught up a solah topee, "onlee seven
MONTH"
That was at breakfast time, and John
Port was away up the line and would
not return till tho morning of the next
day.
Il am sorry to bother you" said Ell
len through her agony, but was that
bad all night, and did want some one
to speak to- "
"Ooh, | will stay gladlee," said
Mrs. Gasparez, land will send for the
doctor, and you will soon be ahl right !"
The doctor came presently and went
and came again. Mrs Gasparez wept
fluent tears over the sufferings that
could not be allayed, even as she said,
"Ooh, you will be ahl right veree
soon" Ellen lay with clinched teeth,
trying not to writhe or cry out. II do
ate to give you all this trouble, she said
often.
But she was strong" said Mrs.
Gasparez to the doctor in the next room.
"She worked so hard, she did, ooh, ev-
erythingl l am not strong, but was
never like this, never.
''She has worn herself out, " said the
doctor. 1.-The climate counts for some
thing, and she has never considered it, |"
Some time after midnight the child
was born-a dead child-and the doctor
went to Mrs Gasparez's house for lit
tie rest Mrs Gasparez sat nodding and
blinking and drinking strong tea, and
Ellen seemed to be sleeping.
just before dawn Ellen reused herself
and talked for few minutes to Mrs.
Gasparez. She had message to leave
with her.
"Ooh, no; you are not going to die''
sobbed Mrs. Gasparez. go to sleep
again and do not be so sillee. The next
babee will live, and it will ahl be jol-
lee"
Ellen smiled family. Don't you for
GET" she whispered and turned her
head on the pillow, but instead of going
to sleep her face changed and worked
strangely, and Mrs. Gasparoz ran out
calling wildly for the doctor. Ellen's
last doleful scene was acted alone, but
it must have been ashort one, for when
Mrs. Gasparez and the doctor came
} back they found her dead.
John Ports train came in at z O'Clock.
} The doctor met him and told him of his
wife's death. but he did not realize OF
understand what had happened till he
came to the little pink house. AbdooI
, was in the veranda lamenting ostenta
} tiously, but Port put him aside anc
} went into the bedroom. 1t smelt stuffy
and sickly after the fresh morning air
and it was exceedingly untidy. A whit,
! sheet was thrown over the bed, anc
| Mrs. Gasparez, her eyelids puffy Will
crying and want of sleep came to meet
, him.
Il have a message for you, " she said
Il was to give you her love, and sh,
was veree sorree not to see you again
and she hoped you would not mind tha
the babee was dead, for it was realle,
much better and would leave You quit,
free to marree again. Ooh, she did Low,
you"
John stood by the bed and laid hi,
hand ON the brown hair, pushing asid,
the scarlet flowers with which Mrs
Gasparez had surrounded the still faos
Never another wife for me-" he said
never another woman in your place
old girl, all my life long"
And through the window came tn,
sound of the high pitched voice of Mis-
de Cruz She was taking a mornins
stroll with a devoted admirer.
Ooh, yes, Mr. Woods. that is ah
veree fine, veree pretty, dare say, onle,
l you do not mean it. 4"
1t was in the spring, five months lat
er, that John Port married Miss n,