The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1896-11-15
n. Don't let money stand in


my way"
MY dear fellow, take my advice and
do not think of being moved from here,
at least for the present I feel quite
sure that Mrs. Baxter will not turn you
out, for a day or two, at any rate, =
with a smile.
II hope the gentleman will try to
content himself and stay with us, Doc
tor Morris. We will do all we can to
make him comfortable, IL he thinks as
how he can make up his mind to stay
said the good-hearted SOUL.
THANK you. I am sure I appreciate
your kind offer, but am afraid you do
not realize what q trouble I will be,
Mrs. Baxter"
I'VE will talk about that later" said
the doctor. "Now / want you to be
quiet. 1 will call again in the morning.
Goodbye"
Mrs. Baxter followed the doctor to
the porch, where Mildred had already
gone.
do you think the gentleman is much
hurt, doctor?" she inquired anxiously.
Nothing but a bad sprain. 1t is go
Ing to be rather tedious affair, and
men are not as a rule the most patient
creatures. Will 1t put you to much in
convenience to allow him to stay here,
Mrs. Baxter? OF course, I could have
him removed to the hotel, but it would
not be advisable Besides he will be so
much better off here, under your kindly
care, If 1t is not imposing too much
upon you
Don't think of moving him, doctor
Malviny and me can attend to him very
well, and Hiram is as gentle as a
woman when it comes to nursin' sick
folks. He can lift and turn him as
handy as a nurse; it seems to come
natural to him.
INV orf, .r
think Mr.. Rundell has much to be
thankful for in falling into such good
hands, with a smile that included
Mildred. She smiled in return Dr.
Morris raised his hat and getting in
his gig, drove away. AS he rode along
the dusty road he wondered who the
lovely girl was, and what she was do
ing at Mrs. Bakers. She seemed so
different from the plain country folk
he was accustomed to meet In his daily
rounds. She kept creeping into his
thoughts all day. and at night when
he sat in his office, instead of studying,
as was his usual custom, he found him
self thinking of her. and of how pretty
she looked as she sat on the porch rail
ana pulled the leaves from the vine that
grew about it.
And Mildred was trying not to think
about him. She had come to the coun-
try to get away from love-making and
all such nonsense. She had made UP
her mind never to fall in love. She
was going to devote herself to literary
pursuits, and nothing was ever going
to induce her to marry. And so forth
and so on. Now to think that she had
to have all her plans for delightful
summer upset by two men 1t was
really too bad Of course she would
have to help entertain the afflicted
youth with the sprained ankle She
could never be unkind enough not to
go occasionally to sit a little while with
him, or to read to him-but oh, dear!
it was unfortunate
Gerald Rundell was meanwhile in
dulging in thoughts that were anything
but pleasant. He considered himself
very ill-Hsed fellow. Hadn't he
trouble enough already, without having
to go and get laid up with that con-
founded ankle? 1t was about the worst
fate that could have befallen him just
at that time; indeed it seemed the very
irony Of fate. He had started on trip
on his wheel hoping to get away from
himself" as he expressed it. He had
fallen in love during the winter with
sweet young girl proposed been ac-
cepted, and in consequence made "the
happieSt man in the world" But as
the course Of true love never does run
smooth, the upshot of it was a lovers
quarrel, ending in a broken engage
nent. Miss Leslie's parents took her
away for the summer but although the
little lady pretended that she was glad
to be far from the sight of Gerald Run
dell, and hoped she would never, never,
see him again, her pillow told a diff
ferent tale. For many a night it was
wet with tears, as she lay wondering
where Gerald was, and whether he was
happy, and if he still hated her. And
maybe he would fall in love with some
one else! Oh! that would be too dread
full. And the tears would rain again.
Had she known that poor Gerald
had been thrown from his wheel and
was now a martyr to sprained ankle
her poor little heart would have had
another shock. What would have be-
come of her If she had known that he
was about to be ministered to by one of
the most charming girls imaginable,
it is sad to think Of What blessing
it is that some things are hidden from
us by the kind fates
A week went by. Something was
wrong with Gerald. 1t was not that his
ankle was worse, but he was growing
restless and feverish. DR.. Morris scold-
ed him, and warned him that he was
only making matters worse. He must
try and content himself and make the
best Of things Inwardly the doctor
envied him. What could the fellow
mean by not being satisfied to suffer
mere or less physical pain when it
made Miss Grant so devoted to him.
Why, he had actually seen her smooth
| Geralds curly black locks! What could
the fellow be thinking of not to realize
how he was blessed? But Gerald con-
| tinued to fume and fret and become
mere miserable every day.
He and Mildred had grown to be quite
-
| him in many ways, but treated him as
| though she were his sister. He saw
that there was not the least particle
| of coquetry about her; indeed, she
was a very proud girl and considered
! herself above any such foOlishness as
| allowing a young man to make love
| to her. When any unfortunate mortal
| emboldened by her kind manner to him
| forgot himself so far as to make pretty
| speeches to her, he was promptly silen-
! ced. She had a creed of her own, to
| the effect that a woman must love
but one man. Whether he loved hel
| was not the question. If he did not
she should go on loving him just the
! same, though no power on earth would
ever let her confess it. Now, if she
| were even to allow another to make
| love to her, she would not be loyal. AnC
so she was keeping her whole hear
! for 1.-The one" who was to be her true
| love. Even if he never came, she was
not going to fritter it away on others.
One day when she was reading t.
Gerald, to try to soothe the demon Of
unrest that seemed to possess him, hi
suddenly stopped her.
Miss Grant" and then he paused
What it it, Mr.. Rundell? Do you fee
worse?' for she noticed how flushed
he was.
"No-that is-were you ever in lover
desperately.
Mildred colored. What a funn!
question"