The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1898-11-25
4 poem which she had read only few

Quickly as well the drops of dew
DO our pleasures turn to pain.
DO our pleasures turn to pain?" she
thought.
Bnt only for a few moments was she
depressed. Again the beaming child
ish smile broke out. The twentv-mark
piece which she had in her pocket was.
she was sure, taisman which Goa |
Danish all pain.
A last she reached the door Of the
house, where she was mt by neigh
Dor with:
Its well that you've got back,
Lotte. The doctor has been here, and
has left prescription for your brother.
y ou have to get the medicine at once,
for the little one is very i'll indeed, the
doctor says"
Where is the prescription" asked
Lotto, whose breath came thick and
fast
''1n your fiat
She sprang upstairs. The prescrip.
tion lay on the table, but she darted to
her brothers side. The poor invalid
was breathing with difficulty. and was
evidently suffering intensely; but he
recognized his sister
1--we been dreaming about angels" F."
he broke out "They took me to
heaven with them, and you showed
them the way. Yol. did look pretty.
You all had white wings, and silver
star on your forehead. Oh. it was fine
in heaven. | can't tell you how nice
it was
She kissed the words from the
fevered lips, and then begged the neigh
Dor to watch for a few minutes, while
she went to have the prescription filed
As she was starting out, her father
slouched in.
"Oh! father" she cried, I'm glad
you've come! Do 90 to the drug store
and get this medicine made up; and
bring something to eat and some wine
back with you"
"Where do you think I'm going to
get the money? DO you think l can
pick it up in the street or get it from
anybody?'
"Y on don't need to. I've got twenty
marks which the painter gave me; here
it ISL
Twenty marks, have you? Well,
the painters brick, that's all I've got
to say about him. Well, hand it over
them"
She gave her father the money.
Say" he said, lit sounds different
from the copper coins we get, don't it?
Well, I'm off. So long" And, stick
ing the money in his pocket, he set out.
Father" called Lotte after him.
''don't forget the wine for Karl The
doctor said port wine-and couple of
oranges, too
That's all right. Don't bother I'll
not forget"
And out he numbered But what
was that? Sure enough, he had gone
without the prescription. She rushed
after him.
Father, you've forgotten the pre-
scription,' she cried.
"Oh, that thing. Well, hand it over
L can't be expected to carry everything
in my head, can I?''
''Do come right back, tather,' she
pleaded. "The doctor says Karl is
dangerously ILL
'Of course I'm coming back right
away. What's the matter with YOU,
anyhow! | think | ought to know
what's what, and what any one who is
sick needs"
And he went.
Lotte sat down on the edge OF the
bed. The little sufferer struggled for
breath, and his brow was covered with
beads of perspiration.
Now you're going to get better,
Karl, whispered the sister, soothingly.
I'm getting money, and can buy you
all you want. Isn't that nice? When
it gets warm again, you'll be able to
run about with the other boys
The brother did not appear to hear
the words. His eyes were closed, and
he tossed about restlessly. Lotte
folded her hands, and prayed silently.
Oh! how slowly the time passed.
Minutes crawled away as if they were
weighted down and could scarcely
move. If the father would only get
back! Karl was really in danger. The
doctor had told the neighhor so. 1t
was simply agonizing. 1t would have
been better, after all, had she gone for
the medicine herself Her father was
often so slow, and muddled things so
dreadfully! If he met cronv, he
would be liable to sit and drink and
yarn until further orders He would
forget everything else.
What if that had happened?
She sprang up. No, that could not
be. Her father might be forgctful, but
so brutal, never. His child was lying
sick, perhaps at the point OF death and
the father could not forget that. He
would surely he back soon. Still, he
did not come. He had had plenty of
time.
| What was that? The clcch striking
nine already; t!otte opened the win