The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-07-07

SOOd ulu HOb
bowed my acknowledgment of q
compliment she paid me and asked
she herself had been much among I'll
cases.
"Why, of coursel' she answered
my poor people call me their mothe
and naturally turn to me for assistanc
III their trouble. 1t went to my yer
heart not to be able to help them.
But were you quite wise, do 20
think, TO run so much riskp"
II did not think of myself at all
How could 1? Do you think of the risl
you run when you are called in to al
infectious case?''
Il take all proper precaution, at least
When were you vaocinated last, may
ask?"
In Rome, in June, 1888"
''Then, with your mission, I'll do il
again, and at once. You cannot be toe
careful
Receiving her assent went off to my
cabin, where l had noticed that q large
portion Of my medical outfit had been
stored, and having obtained what /
sought returned with it to the saloon
Allie, for by that name l must hencefor-
ward call her, was waiting for me, her
arm barred to the shoulder. Never, if l
live to be hundred, shall / forget the
impression that snow white arm made
upon me. 1t seemed like an act of basest
sacrilege to perform even such simple
operation upon it. Beelzebub, the bull
dog, evidently thought so, too, for he
watched me attentively enough during
the whole of the time it took me- How
ever, 1T had to be done, and done it &C
cordingly was. Then, when / had put
my paraphernalia back into its case,
babe her goodby and turned to go. She
stopped me, however, and held out her
hand.
DO you know, DR.. De Normanville,
want to make you like me- | want
you to forget, if you can-while you
are with us, at any rate--the stories
you have heard about me- Some day
perhaps will attempt to show you that
am not altogether as bad as people
have painted me. Z"
For the moment | was so completely
carried away by her outburst of girlish
frankness that | hardly knew what to
say.
" Pom my soul, really don t believe
you are, " l blurted out, like school
boy.
THANK you for that, at least" she |
said, smiling at my earnestness, and |
then, making me little courtesy, she |
.urned and disappeared through the
ioor by which she had first entered the
aloon.
After dinner, of which I partook in |
he officer s messroom, | returned to the
leck, 1t was nearly 8 o'clock, and as
inc q night as | had seen since | came
nto the east. Lighting cigar, walked
ut, and, leaning upon the taffrail
canned the quiet sea, Situated MS |
vas, 1t Is not to be wondered at that
arlety of thoughts thronged my brain.
tried to think what my dear old moth.
would have said could she have seen
ne position my overrash acceptance of
tempting offer bad placed me i'm
rom my mother, who, with my father.
ad been dead nearly five years, my
loughts passed on to other relatives
girl whom l had once thought /
wed, but who had Tilted me in favor
I brother student The old heartache
'as almost gone now, but it had been
most unfortunate affair. Since then.
owever i fattered myself, had been
cart whole, and deluded myself with
le notion that / was likely to remain
Since dinner the breeze had freshen.
!, and the schooner, with all sail set
as now slipping swiftly through the
alter. L turned, and, leaning against
ne rail, looked aloft at the stretch of
'nVas which seemed to reach up al
ost to the stars, then back again at
le wake and the wonderful exhibition
phosphorized water below the coun-
n.
suddenly became aware Of some one
anding by my side and turning my
FAD l discovered it was none other
ian the Beautiful White Devil herself.
no was sill dressed in black, with a ,
rt OF mantilla of soft lace draped
)out her head
What supreme fascination there {
about the sea at night, isn't there?" |
Ie said softly, looking down at the
water. l noticed the beauty :
the little white hand upon the rail | {
replied in appropriate terms.
There is somebody" she continued. !
who says that the sea belongs to eter. !
ty' and not time, and of that it sings I
monotonous song forever and ever. >" :
That is very beautiful idea," {
'swered, but don't you think there {
Q others that fully equal it? What do 6
"a say to the sea complains upon a
ousand shores?'' ,
Or your English poet Wordsworth,
he sea that bares her bosom to the
ind?'
Let me meet you with an American, {
he sea losses and foams to find its |
ny up to the cloud and wind. Could
ything be finer than that? There you | {
we the true picture--the utter rest [
ssness and the striving Of the untamed |