The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1897-05-06
tors sister, thought DR.. Dane. No

drive out such a night as this, merely
an. "And he said aloud, II beg your
pardon, Miss Martineau, for not recog-
Mining you before
Did she laugh? or did he only fancy
it? But she answered, quietly, 1T is
rather an unfavorable atmosphere for
recognitions of any sort
And they drove on faster than ever.
She's an excellent whip thought
Or, Dane, "and the horse isn't any or
binary village hack or farm screw"
How it snowsY' he said, at last.
but you don't seem to mind it,"
) 7 don't at ALL was the reply. I'm
used to wind and weather.
Then it can't be Miss Martinean,
after all" cogitated the doctor. "Oh,
see now-it's Phebe Otway, the vii
lage nurse, whom all the poor people
send for. But I can't imagine Daniel
OtWay's wife with such sweet, musi-
cally modulated voice. It's gift of
heaven to save people, suppose. Well,
respect Phebe for having the energy
ana resolution to face storm like
this for the very problematical pay
ment which she has to expect from old
Hannah Hopkins!"
And then he relapsed into silence
after one or two more remarks, to
which his companion did not seem in
clined to reply, save in monosyllables,
until they stopped in the midst of
whirling snowdrift, before old Han
nah's cabin, on the edge of thicket Of
pines.
'Shall I put the horse out?'' DR..
Dane asked. There is neither man nor
boy here to render such services,
and
II can put him out myself said the
woman, quickly. II know where the
lantern and the matches are kept in
the shed, and I have taken Prince
Charles in and out Of the shafts many
a time"
Without waiting for an answer, she
led the pony around the corner of the
house and vanished as it were into a
white Wilderness, while DR.. Dane
|
| sick room, where he wretched old oc-
togenarian lay grooming by the light OF
pine wood fire alone.
We'll, Hannah" said he, cheerfully
chow are you?" ~
But, instead of answerinfi, the old
woman screwed up her eyes to peer
past him into the gloom, as if expect
ing yet another figure to appear.
The next instant the back door
opened and small, slight figure came
in, already freed from clumsy cloak
or sheltering fur cap-a girl of per-
haps twenty, with clear, brown eyes
rosy cheeks and coils of brown hair
wound around and around her head
Hannah's blear eyes frightened at the
noiseless apparition.
II knew you would come, pretty
one," she said. 'You always come
where there is pain or trouble or heavy
hearts, my queen ~ ag#
So" said DR.. Dane to himself, il
is neither Miss Martineau nor DAME
Z Otway's wife. I wonder who it is"
All that wild, tempestuous night tn,
two kept vigil at Hannah Hopkins
bedside, and, in his secret heart, tn,
doctor confessed that he had neve
seen a quicker comprehension, a NOR
tender heart, a stronger fortitude, thai
that of his unknown companion. AM
when, at daybreak, the angel of dealt
set the prisoned spirit free, and the,
sat alone by the corpse, DR.. Dane spok
out:
1--WE can do no more for the poo
creature" said he. "She's at rest, now
Let me take you to your friends"
NO." said the girl, quietly. II sha]
stay here until some of the villag
people come. I will not leave her, boo
soul!''
"Can send some one?'' he asked.
eff you choose" she answered.
but I don't like to leave you alone.
"Do not be afraid" she said, littl
scornfully.
So Halleck Dane left her. Forum
ately he met some one a few rods i
the road, and returned with reinforce
ments-a sturdy old farmer and hi
wife. IT,.
: Miss Durande," cried the woman
!, the minute her eye fell on the sligt
: figure at the bedside, you never mea
to say that you have been here a
night! But don't b'lieve old Har
nah could have died without you, sh
was that fond of you. Heaven bles
- your sweet FACET
DR.. Dane started, feeling the COLI
! mount to his face.
$ "Ah!" said he, striving to spea
! calmly, $50 the mystery is solved! 70
4 are Miss Durander'
eyes," she said, 81 am Miss Durand
I did not reveal my identity before, b.
cause knew you did not like me, D
Dane"
but do like you," said the docto
;, impulsively. 1T was only my ia,
= cied ideal of Miss Durande that di
d liked!''
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