Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1899-11-16

and delirium, when I made you do
what wished"
"Your ten minutes are up, Mr.. West
ern," Miss Wade said, a little sharply,
and she set about tidying up the room
with unnecessary swiftness.
3 Harold continued to gain each day,
and, seeing that direct lovemaking
was distasteful to his nurse, and that
more careful advances must be made,
he turned to studying her likes and
dislikes, talking over books with her
and getting her to read passages from
his OF her favorites. Thus very real
and pleasant friendship sprung up be-
tween them.
But Miss Wade could not help see-
ing that the lad was growing to love
her, and many long hours at night she
debated the question with herself.
Harold was much younger than Miss
Wade, very handsome and would soon
be 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 were about as
many as the average nurse could do
Then would come some offer to become
matron of an orphan asylum or some
similar position, or else she would be
obliged to hunt for 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 it.
hn oh Of OF
intruded just as she had made up her
mind that she would encourage Har-
old's lovemaking. 81 am afraid 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 dressing room and her
eager questions about Harold's well
fare. 1t brought Harold's thoughts to
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 di-
rectly proposed to her.
''But, oh, DEAR he would sigh,
"she is just as l said, violet, while
my Nurse Dimple is full-blown rose.
1 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
tenderly; the twelve years between
them made the nurse seem an impos-
sible 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 day or two. 81 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 rehec-
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 six weeks growth of silky
beard on his chin. "What a fool
was to think the boy could be happy
with me or wouldn't hate me in q
year," she thought and laughed grim
ly.
The next day Harold was we'll
enough to be dressed and wheeled out
on the veranda. 1t was June morn
ing, and Violet Grant came up the path
with her arms full of roses.
81 overheard you say You liked
roses better than violets, Harold" she
said, simply, "and, oh. am SO glad
to see you getting we'll"
Harold took both her hands and
pressed them warmly, reddening sud
denly with something like shame.
Miss Wade came out just then with
magazine in her hand and declared
she would have to read them a story,
else they would talk too much for hel
patients good. So Violet produced 6
bit of embroidery, and Harold leaned
back luxuriously in his chair ant
quietly studied the two before him.
Violet was small and very fair, will
family pink cheeks which blushed cas-
lily and prettily, and big blue eyes tina
had never lost their baby expression
!. of depth and innocence. Her hands
were very small and slender ant
handled her embroidery floss a
though meant for such work only
; She wore pale piik muslin tina
foated about her softly, making it seen
as though she perched on her chai
like butterfly. One tiny pointe,
toe tapped the floor as she ROCKIES
g back and forth. The big blue eye
sought Harold's and smiled frankl,
r and happily, while the color deepene,
q In her cheeks.
Harold answered the smile an