Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1897-12-09

"I'll send one over, if l come ACROSS
q good, strong one," he answered.
Nothing in the world keeps you at
that but your everlasting will"
Should earth-against-my soul-engage,"
Miss Marsh smiled grimly, as she
poured out the second stanza in jerky
accompaniment to her labored move
hents, and watched the doctor as he
strobe down to the gate.
1t was not a pleasant subject that
DR.. Beebe had brought up. Why could
be not have left it alone? What right
had he to mix in family troubles, if he
was a doctor? Jordan Marsh had been
willful disgrace to the family, and she
the last one of the Marshes-she said
10 herself, was not going to condone
his misdeeds because he happened to
be half-brother.
She was sure, too, that she was in the
right, and as long as she kept her
senses she would have nothing to do
with them. Catch her giving up now!
Let this girl-she had never seen her
keep to her spangles and tights. Her
lips drew into harder lines as she
thought of it.
Despite the anger, however, she could
not still the thought that her brothers
child was homeless. She worked the
harder as she thought, and at noontime
she looked at the growing roll upon
the beam with considerable compla-
cency.
mot a sleezy yard in it," she re-
marked, as she stopped once more to
reach for the lever to let down more
warp. 81 detest sleezy work-and sleezy
folks" she painted with the exertion'
recurring again to the unpleasant topic.
"And if DR.. Beebe thinks I'm goin' to
be browbeat into givin' in and taking
one of the tribe, he just don't know
Becky Marsh yet"
She emphasized her determination
with last decided twist of the crank as
she rolled up the carpet. But she
dropped it abruptly, with smothered
cry, and caught her right arm with her
left hand. 1t had come, and no mis-
take. There was no use of trying; she
could not raise her arm to save her.
She crawled off the seat, holding it pit
eously as she crept out of the loom
room, while Ortonville numbered on
haltingly-almost mockingly-through
her brain:
"And storms-of SORROW fall"
AS she lowered over the kitchen
stove, with the vain hope that the heat
might assuage the pain, she wondered
for a moment if she could really echo
the meaning of old Ortonville after all.
She even vaguely began to ponder
whether she had not been too head
strong not to listen to DIR. Beebe's adj
vice. She groaned in despair as the
pain rioted over her shoulder down her
arm, stopping 70 tweak viciously her
elbow joint before proceeding to her
finger tips with exasperating, decorous
dullness. Her old enemy was indeed
upon her, and by the end of an hour
she was in a state of savage desperation
as she said to herself that if DR.. Beebe
knew of anybody he could send she
wished he would hurry up and do it.
She did not hear the timid knock at
the door as she huddled closer to the
stove, grooming, nor did she note that
the door was pushed open.
"Miss Marsh, DR.. Beebe said he
thought you wanted girl"
Miss Marsh started at the voice that
reached her ears and caught at the
clear, CHEEKY tone as a drowning man
at a straw. She turned painfully about
and saw robust young girl hesitating
on the threshold.
mo thought about it; I do" The
poin only made her voice more rasping.
"Come in and tell Inc what you can do"
"I'm handy at anything, they say"
she answered, with modest flush, as
she came forward, removing her bonnet
as she spoke.
Somebody handy about anything was
Miss Marsh's crying want just then,
and a Fiji islander possessed of such
qualifications would have stood fair
chance of securing an engagement.
Miss Marsh, therefore, did something
that she could never account for under
any reason other than acute rheumatic
dementia-she asked no further ques-
ton.
"see if you can make a faxseed poul-
tice, first thing. I'm goin' to try heroic
measures at the start. I've no notion of
bein' floored for month dawdlin' long
with campfire liniments an sech."
The shoulder was soon swathed deft-
ly in hot, mushy affair, the big chair
was brought out and made comforta-
BILE with cushions, the kitchen litter
was cleared UP and the girl sat fashion
ing flannel bags.
"Filled with salt and kept hot, I
shouldn't wonder if we got it right out"
she had suggested.
It was then in the lull of pain that
Miss Marsh bethought herself of her I'M
heard-of omission.
''I hain't as much's asked your
name," she said.
"Lyddy," was the answer, as the girl
stopped to pick up some pieces.
eLyddy who3"