The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1897-10-06

trap drove up, and i'll a minute He
was in the room.
A few moments decided his
course of action, and he was busy
with the contents of his small
black bag.
''It's a lucky thing you are here,
Miss Daman-another quarter of
all hour and it would have been
too late.''
''Is she dying?" asked Jessie, in
3 frightened whisper.
"No; not quite 30 bad as that,
[ hope-but very near
The doctors skilful treatment
soon had effect, andLucy breathed
deeply and opened her eyes again.
Mrs. Davis had gone to carry out
certain instructions and by the
time she came back the immediate
danger had passed.
"And now, Miss Daman," he
said, II shall have to take you in
hand. Go down stairs with Mrs.
Davis and have cup of tea; and,
Mrs. Davis, come back as soon as
you cam
Jessie was left alone for some
time, during which she reproached
herself bitterly with having ex-
hausted Lucy with too much talk
ing. Presently the doctor came
down to her.
GLOW is she now, sir?" Jessie
asked.
| 'Better-much better"
"Was it my fault-for letting
her talk too much?"
"No, not in the least. Miss
Deane's case has been a very re-
markable one. It may seem te
you strange, but it has been th(
absence of symptoms, such a.
have developed today, that ha'
made it SO dangerous"
''Do you think there is any
chance of her getting better?'
yesterday l should have sait
certainly not-today-well, W.
must wait and see."
''Is she conscious again?"
''Not entirely-I don't thinl
you had better see her again. today
But [ can tell you this: if she ha,
been in the house today alone wit
: Mrs. Davis she certainly woul
not have been alive now"
, 1t was about eight o'clock whe
Jessie started to walk back home
The doctor had expressed his in
tention of remaining till Mr.. Dean
: came home and Mrs. DaNis .ha
set before him the best the larde
could supply.
| If the country was beautiful a
Jessie walked from her home t
t Mr.. Deane's, it was still more beat
i tlful as she retraced her steps
d more beautiful at least to her.
for evening is the time that al
e peals more than any other to tt
romance that is, more or less,
|, part of the nature of all-and
Jessie's case it was more rath
st than less, for she was i'll love. B
q sides she was el,slfsly atpeace vii
IS herself-she had done q good des
IS that day, and it made her happ
II She was in no hurry to get ba'
IL there was no one at home.
-o she sat for some time ON a le
stile, where she was almost co
10 cealed by the overhanging tret
a. and let her thoughts wander
III their will. And of course tn
IL wandered to the flower-show
Sutton-and still more of cou1
1t thew wandered to Reuben Cave
u "I wonder,' she said to herse
., and yet aloud, "f wonder wht
: he's with now? I should like
see them for just one little mini
. Il wonder who it is?"
,0' Il wonder,' said soft, lau!
'o ing voice close by. She star
,7V ~ and turned round quickly, and
"I lips almost touched ,Reul
Caves.
Il thought i should find ,
''l here tonight" he said.
"Oh, how you frightened +
''' What are you doing here?''
II wonder,'' he answered; ;
'na m his eyes frightened with Il
" chiezous delight.
;pt "WThy are you not at Sutto1
her "Shall I tell you why? Beca
Tes- last night Mr.. Deane told me W
nod The doctor had said to Lucy
fe that Lucy had written to y
cen And | said to myself, Jessie
,tar man is the most unselfish girl
at ever known, and when she h
of Lucy and thinks of her b.
tor, alone she won't go to Sutton,
n - will go to Mr.. Deane's::'
p "But-but why shopld !