Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1899-11-02
learned the day Of the week and month

Did that night nurse ever come
hack, or have you taken care OF He
alone all this tine:
Not quite alone she answered.
Your sister. Mrs. Albright. SITS WIN
You every other afternoon. ana MISS
Violet Grant takes the alternate Guy
She sits in the >!ng-room anu r'hSs
the bell if you stir. She is too 81! ~
run the risk Of your waking and hnd'
ing her here. She has broush'
bunch Of these v!olets every morning
early. and inquired FOR You.
she is q little wood violet herself
he exclaimed. CALAMITY. But YOU
Nurse Dimple. are a very rose lof
freshness this morning. ! prefer
roses"
spare your compliments. Mr.. West
ern. You are getting too Well 10 De
allowed to talk nonense."
Yes. | AIN better. thanks to your
care he said. soberly: but II l an
not to.be allowed 10 say what l think
and feel toward YOU shall wish my
self back into the days of weakness
and delirium. when made You do
what wished"
Your ten minutes are UP. Mr.. West
ern," Miss Wade said. little sharply
and she set about tdying UP the room
with unnecessary swiftneSs
Harold continued to gain each day.
and seeing that direct love-making was
distasteful TO his nurse. and that more
careful advances must be made, he
turned TO studying her likes and dis
likes. talking over books with her and
getting her TO read passages from MS
or her favovtes. Thus very real and
pleasant friendship sprang UP between
them.
But Miss Wade could not help seeing
that the lad was growing 10 love her
and many long hours at night she de-
hated the question with herself. Har-
old was much younger than Miss
Wade very handsome, and would soon
he very rich. 1t was temptation TO
the woman. who knew just what the
world had to offer her.
She had nursed eight years. and knew
that two more We're about as many as
the average nurse could do. Then
would come some offer TO become ma
tron Of an orphan asylum or some SIM
liar position. or else she would be
Obliged to hunt for d chance as COM
panion to some nervous crank or Old
person. 1t was not tempting future
to look forward to. and here before her
was ease if she would take 1t.
The thought of Violet Grant always
intruded just as she had made up her
mind that she would encourage Har-
old's love-making. Il am afraid that
she loves him. was the thought that
closed all soliloquies.
Little Violet Grant with her shy
tribute of flowers, her patient waiting
in the little dressngroom, and her
eager questions about Harold's vel
fare. 1t brought Harold's thoughts 10
a troubled pause. too, whenever he was
allowing himself day dream about
Miss Wade. He and Violet had been
schoolmates. and he admired her shy.
sweet ways. and had given her many
reasons to think she was dear to him.
though he had never directly proposed
to her.
But, oh, dear" he would sigh. "she
Is Just as l said, violet, while my
nurse Dilnple is full-blown rose
wish she wouldn't bring those con
founded flowers
Miss Violet was In love in her own
way with Miss Wade, too, considering
her the savior of the boy she loved so
tender.y; the twelve years between
them made the nurse seem an impossi-
bic rival She chatted with her quite
freely one afternoon, telling her how
pleased she was that Harold would be
dressed and on the veranda in q day
or two. Il owe you SO much, Miss
Wade" she finished. with a pretty
blush and eyes full of tears.
Miss Wade Went up to her own room
with hot cheeks. And you planned
to rob her." she scolded at her refiec-
ton in the glass. well, that's over,
you mercenary wretch" and with the
same firm expression she wore when
controlling a delirious patient she went
downstairs.
Harold was asleep when she came into
the room, and he looked boyish, even
with a six-weeks' growth of silky beard
on his chin. what fool l was to
think the boy could be happy with me.
or wouldn't hate me in a year." she
thought, and laughed grimly.
The next day Harold was we'll enough
to be dressed and wheeled out on the
veranda. 1t was a June morning. and
Violet Grant came up the path with her
arms full of roses.
Il overheard you say you liked
roses better than violets, Harold" she
said simply. land, oh, l am so glad to
see you getting WELL"
Harold took both her hands and
pressed them warmly, reddening sud.
denly with something like shame.
Miss Wade came out just then with
a magazine in her hand and declared
she would have to read them a story,
else they would talk too much for her