The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-05-15
Il really thInk ] must Ioaye soon.

| Il really think ] must leave soon,
, he said to Mrs. Russell,
They were sitting on the porch on
afternoon, while Rachel was far dow
the garden walk, gathering iiowe
seeds.
1--WE shall miss thee sorely ] want
ed to ask thee something. What doe
} thee think of my Rachel?" Her yo.c,
} trembled, but before he could answer
II indeed in his surprise he had knowr
what to say, she went on. I've bind
ed my eyes all could, because
couldn't endure to see what's comlngi
but Friend Newell, who was here to-
day, says she has failed very muah;
she's not seen her since spring. She
thinks wo ought to have a doctor.
Does thee think that she is fading away
my Rachel?"
My dear Mrs. Russell, no! She
doesn't complain or even cough, does
she?"
mo, oh, no! She never is really i'll,
but so tired always of late; thee must
have noticed how little she eats; and
her sleep is much broken"
But she is so young, Mrs. Russell.
She will soon outgrow this weakness.
She ought to have advice and tonic,
| however.
she's been taking Strengthening
medicine right along for months, l
hoped she was better; l couldn't see
she had changed so much.
Probably she hasn't; don't worry
about what that visitor said; she was
very indiscreet and also mistaken.
Children often grow too fast, you know,
and when your daughter is grown up,
she may be as strong as any one"
Why Rachel is grown up! She is
nearly twenty"
Mrs. Russell! / thought she was
about fourteen or so. She seems like
a child to me-"
Il know she is small, but can't hope
for hei to grow taller-or stronger I'm
afraid. Her father and all his people
were frail and short-lived Hush!
She's coming"
Rachel came up the walk, flushed
with her exertions and bright and hap
Ply over some exquisite blossoms she
had found The mothers spirits rose
as she looked critically at her. Friond
Newell had been mistaken, and she her>
self had been foolish to disturb her
genial boarder with her forebodings.
For he did look disturbed. He was
of many things which Rachel,
in her child-like innocence had said;
of words he had spoken lightly think
ing they fell on childish ears; but now
he feared they had sunk into wo-
mans heart. She was frail and ethe-
real looking, surely. The flush soon
died away from her delicate checks,
and the sparkle out of her eyes, and
her hands were such tiny hands, Poor
little Rachel Carew!
The parting came next day. 1t was
a sad thing, but it had been more cruel
to defer it. Fred White was not so
sure as once he had been that the child
would cry her eyes out and then get
over it; now he feared she might cry |
her heart out. Yet he had really no |
cause to reproach himself, unless 1t |
might be for tarrying so long; and no
comfort to give, but to promise to come |
back next summer, and to write some
Tines and send her papers.
He looked back from his wheel at |
The turn of the road, but Rachel was
low standing where he had left her at
he end of the porch, with quivering
Ups that could not steady themselves
o bid him good-by, and that he did not
lare to kiss; for she was not a child.
His heart was heavy as he rode over
he hills anu down through the valleys,
md it would not have been lighter had
lie seen the little Quaker maiden, when
ler storm had passed, lying like
yilted flower on the lounge in the lone
y, shadowy best room. Poor little Ra-
hel Carew!
About five months later, among the
CltOAS pldSSu OIlS llOl ulllS vi I IGu
Whites desk was one addressed in I'M
amiliar writing. Feeling a president
brill, he opened it:
Friend White-Dear Sir: | write a
inc to say thee need not trouble to send
ny books nor flowers no more for my
rachel, for she has gone away. She
eft us New Year day. 1t is the Lords
ill, but it has made us nigh heartbro-
en-. Thee has been kind, so kind!
he said to tell thee so, and to give {
hee her dear love, with thanks for all
by remembrance.
Faithfully thine, I
ruth CAREW. ="
In how few words can tragedies be
I'D!
The man laid his face down on the I
stter, wetting it with sudden tears,
nd said brokenly: I
Dear little Rachel Blest little Ra- S
hell Far happier than to have re- [
aimed here, for now and forever she e
as the angels. "-Waverly Maga- I
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