The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1897-03-30


her.
Nurse Villiers turned away with n smile
lingering about her sweet lips A little
worn and tired she looked, for "l2 months
hard labor" as she laughingly asserted,
"leaves it's mark on the farest face, " but
the three weeks rest would soon chase
away tho lines of care and bring back the
hue of health into the thin cheeks.
81 am lucky" she thought, Ito have
dear old Betty to fall back upon. When
papa died and left me homeless orphan In
the old vicarage, little dreamed that in
little more than n year l should be SO
thankful to pay visit to my nurses old
farm l wonder if / shall meet my fate at
Brambletonp Fairy tales are out of fash
ion."
eyes, Miss Eva, the woods are free to
people staying at the farm. We have a
sort of right of way through them, and it
includes our visitors. They all belong to
the owner of the park. Who is he? Well,
we haven't seen him yet, dearie. l have
heard he was a doctor in London, who
came quite unexpectedly into the property.
He was distant cousin of old General
Upton's, and they say he was very poor.
Beyond that we know nothing of him.
Half an hour later "a pretty picture met
the eye of n wandering squirrel, who look
ed down from the branch of a neighboring
tree in surprise at the sight of visitor
Nurse Villiers was seated on IA messy bank,
with her head against the trunk of a fallen
oak, eagerly devouring the last chapter of
her novel. Her eyes filled with tears as
she read
"Poor Trilby," she said half aloud, land
poor little Billiel' Then, womanlike, she
turned to the earlier chapters and read
again the description of those wonderful
white feet. AS sequence her eye Travelled
downward to her own daintily shod pedal
extremitios. "Now, l have pretty foot, -
she thought, "but l could never be Tril-
| by l am not bad looking, but l cannot
| sing. Still, my foot is really presentab!e "
| She looked cautiously round, and, acting
ON impulse, slipped off the little bronze
shoe and silken stocking and gazed with
no small degree of satisfaction at the bit
of marblelike flesh lying so white against
the green moss. Then she slowly drew on
the stocking, leaving the dainty bit OF
bronze leather on the ground at a little dis
lance.
Her head dropped against the trunk OF
the tree. and in few moments she was
fast asleep She did not hear the cracking
of the underwood as a large retriever dog
pushed his way through the bushes. She
did not see him as, with a knowing lool
at the sleeper, he seized the little shoe be
tween his teeth and made off with it, tt
drop it some ten minutes later at the fee
of his astonished master, Dr. Gilbert Fan
shave, the owner of the park.
But it was with rueful face, aftel
much fruitless search, that she limped he
way back to the farm, rating herself sound
ly for the vanity that had caused her dis
comfiture and her unlucky 40 winks.
"Fanshawe, old boy, I'm awfuIly gla(
to see you but I'm in an awful fix. Here
my uncle taken suddenly i'll and has sen
for me in a hurry. The junior house sur
geon is off fer holiday, and can't go at
moments notice without substitute
What am to do? Would you dol Rather
But you wouldn't stay. You would, yo1
say? You always were brick. They al
know you by repute, so there won't be an,
bother about that. Your treatise on tuber
culosis in children has made your nam
for you here as in London
And the house surgeon at st. Philips
Bardsley, wrung his friends hands in al
excess of gratitude.
The two friends went off together, Fan
shawe's dark, Intellectual face and tai
form in strong contrast with his compan
ion S rubicund cheeks, CHEEKY manner an,
somewhat stunted proportions.
That night as DR.. Fanshawe went hi
midnight round he came upon vision
In the spot of light thrown by the retlecto
lamp sat girl with child in her arms
Her fair hair was like an aureole roun
her sweet face, and the look of love an
pity i'm her eyes as she bent over the lttl
one stamped itself upon his memory for
ever. She looked up, and their eyes met
In that one glance some of DR.. Fanshawe'
heart slipped out of his keeping, and Ev
Villiers was the happy possessor
~ never thought one odd shoe would
of any use," said Nurse Villiers, holdin
it up for inspection, "but little Jenny vii
liams will be glad of it, since her foot wa
amputated." She placed it on her table
to be ready for the morning.
The sister laughed and went down stairs
A shadow darkened the doorway, and Dl
Fanshawes voice said:
Nurse, how are your patients tonight
Then, advancing into the little room, h
caught sight of the shoe on the table
: "Whose is this?" he said eagerly. "An
where is the other?'
"It was mine, answered Eva "But a
to tho other / cannot tell you that, for
mysteriously disappeared six weeks ago. >
His heart began to beat rapidly.
Nurse" said he, sin the story of Gin
derella, the prince, when he found tn
wearer of the slipper, took her for his bride
Is it not so!"
YES was the reply. But cannot Sc
what this has TO do with my shoe.
He drew from the pocket of his shootin
, coat-worn for the first time since hi
walk in the wood six weeks before-th
counterpart of the little bronze shoe an
placed it on the table beside its fellow.
History repeats ITSELF we are told,
said he. "Shall the old fairy tale have
modern equivalents"
After all, Jenny Williams did not hay
the shoe. To her great grief, she had
new night nurse instead. And at the wed
ding every one was surprised by seeing
large retriever dog receiving grea