The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1899-06-03

piled. ~ expect the doctor will be do
lighted when he comes in last thing"
So the doctor Enthusiastically wasl He
came in soon after ten o'clock and
found Miss Nugent sitting by the bed,
her hand fast clasped in Lumley's
wasted one.
We're tried to draw it away but Lum-
ley would have none Of it. Mono
don't, " he said quickly, there's no rea-
son why the doctor, and everyone else
for that matter, should not know"
'tAhi new nurse, see, said the
doctor by way Of comment and to spare
Vere's bushes somewhat.
The girl was not blushing-you must
be happy or ashamed to blush, and she
was neither; she was only utterly
wretehed and looked it. Indeed the
doctor thought he had never seen
sadder-loolSing girl to be mans happy
sweetheart.
So a few moro days passed on, Lum-
ley with each one improving more and
more, growing stronger and less
troubled by the knock on the head
which had laid him low and with every
hour that We're spent in his company
becoming more and more happy and
contented with his life.
And during all this time We're Nugent
nurses the knowledge that although he
had apparently forgotten the fact, he
was engaged to another woman, that
she was helping to build his health up
to an end which she would not be able
TO share, that when he talked, as he
did, so happily and glowingly of the
future she would not be with him
when it came. And as each day went
by she grew more sick at heart and
showed her trouble plainly in her sad
and wistful eyes.
At last the happy day came when he
was able to get up and he was allowed
to totter downstairs in a very cautious
and uncertain fashion and was COM
fortably installed in a wide and capa-
cious lounge and given We're to keep
him very quiet and good" And some
how during that afternoon We're came
to realization of the truth that the
sooner she went away from st. Johns
Wood the better.
With startling vividness her mind re-
We're played quite as well as she sang,
and one evening two or three dreamy
airs stole out from under her skillful
fingers until at last she felt that she
was telling any who might be listening
too much of what was in her heart.
She would play no morc-she would
sing-and almost without her own will
and knowledge a pathetic little air
shaped itself into melody, and she sang
stse Fate came between, :a
k.@ Our dream was DER, I'll
r Aud for Ivoc and for ever-we are two"
Lumley jumped up and strobe over to
her side. For Gods sake, don't sing
that tonight, he muttered, in shall-
ing voice.
'NVhy not9" she asked without look
ing up,
He rested his hand heavily on her
shoulder for an instant. "It's like an
evil omen, - he answered, then dropped
back into his chair again, not daring to
trust himself to stand beside her any
longer.
Now We're remembered that incident,
and felt that it had been prophetic. It
helpeu ner TO decide upon going away.
So when Mrs. Jock came down to break
fast the following morning she found
note addressed in Verc's handwriting
lying beside her plate. "Why, what's
this?" she exclaimed.
dearest Mrs, jock" it said, 81 have
suffered all that knew in silence ever
since that afternoon Mrs. Hope was
here, because it was plain that Mr..
Lumley had forgotten his engagement
to her, and wished him to get well be-
fore went away, unless he remem-
bered it. He is well enough now not to