The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-08-27

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| snowy cap above her soft brown hair
whole esq this lime. Mr. Western
aud you look as though you could take
He took his egg and asked meeklv r.
ne mlght DE allowed to talk. and was
granted ten minutes. After he had learn
ct the day OF the week and month he
asked suddenly:
Did that night nurse ever come back
or Rave on TAX care OF me alone ali
this tmp2'
Not quite alone" she answered .'Your
sister, Mrs, Albright. sits with YOU every
other ar ernoou, and Mss Violet Grant
taxes a." alternate day. She sits In the
| dressing room and rings the bell If YOU
SUR she Is too shy TO run the risk of
your waking and finding her here She
has brought bunch Of these volets every
morning early and inquired for you"
she ls little wood violet herself" he
exclaimed ea'lnnly. But you, Nurse Dim
PIE, are very rose for freshness this
morning. ] prefer roses"
spare your compliments, Mr.. Western
You are getting too wen to be allowed to
talk nonsense"
yes. am better. thanks to your care
he said soberly; hut II | am not to be
allowed to say what l think and feel to-
wards you, l shall wish myself back into
| the days of weakness and delirium when
l made YOU do what ! wished"
Your ten minutes are up Mir. Western"
! -'A'' FNtiNt 7hltit It niue Sharply, ana she
set about udying up the room with unne-
c"ssary swiftness.
| Harold continued TO gain each day and
| seeing that direct love making was dis
| tasteful TO his nurse and that more care
| tuF advances must be made, he turned to
studying her likes and slilIes. talking
over books with her and getting her to
read passages from his or her favor!tes
| Thus a very real and pleasant friendship
| sprang up between them
But Miss Wade could not help seeing
| mat 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. It was a
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
a chance as companion to some nervous
| crank or Old person. 1t was not tempt
| ing future to look forward to. and here
| before her was ease IL she would take H.
| The thought of Violet Grant always In
| truded Just as she had made up her mind
| that She would encourage Hanold's love-
| making Il am afraid she loves him."
was the thought that closed all solIlodules
Little Violet Grant, with her shy tribute
OF flowers her patient waiting in the little
dressing room, and her eager questions
about Harolds welfare. 1t brought Har-
| ODDS thoughts to 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 20 think she was dear TO
him. though he had never directly pro
posed TO her.
But oh dearl" he would sigh "she ia
just as l said, violet, while my Nurse
Dimple Is full blown rose / wish she
wouldn't bring those COMPOUNDED 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 impossible rival She chat
ted with her quite freely one afternoon
telling her how pleased she was that
Harold would be dressed and on the We
randa In a day or two. Il owe you so
much, Miss Wade" che finished. with a
pretty blush and eyes full of tears
Miss Wade went up to her own room
| with hot checks. And you planned 10
rob her. she scolded at her reflection In
the glass. well, that's over, you mer-
cenary wretch" and with the same firm
| expression she wore when controlling a
| delirlous patient she went downstairs
Harold was asleep when she came into
l'the room, and he looked boyish even
with a six weeks growth OF silky beard
on his chin. What fool was to think
the boy could be happy with me. or
| wouldn't hate me in year." she thought
and laughed grimly.
The next day Harold was well enough
to be dressed and wheeled out on the
veranda. 1t WAS a June morning, and
| Violet Grant came up tho path with her
arms fun OF roses.
II overheard you say you liked roses
better than violets Harold" she said sim
IN I'M I'D 10
| getting Well"
Harold took both her hands and pressed
them warmly, reddening suddenly 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 her pa
/ tents good so Violet produced biz of
embroidery and Harold leaned back lux
uriously in his chair and quietly studied
! the two before him
Violet was small and very fair, with
family pink cheeks which blushed easily
and prettily and big blue eyes that had
never lost their baby expression OF depth
and innocence. Her hands were very
I small and slender, and handled her en-
broidery floss as though meant for such
work only. She wore pale pink muslin
that hoated about her softly, making t
seem as though she perched on her chair
Ike a butterfly. one tiny pointed toe tap
| ped the floor as she rocked back and forth.
| The big blue eyes sought Harolds. and
smiled frankly and happily while the color
! deepened IN her cheeks.
Harold answered the smile, and turned
! embarrassed toward the reader In her
he saw a face and figure we oftenest de-
4 scribe comfortable, and to such we
turn insuDctiyely In time of distress OF
any kind, but at other times fan to adj
mire.
How big she IS side OF Violet" thought
/ Harold, "and how much oder she seems
out here in the sunlight than she did
/ when ] was sick. Why, she must be 80.
/ What fool / wasr
! And he turned once more toward the
/ girl Of IS with love glance that sent the
/ bushes racing over her sweet face.
! AT The close OF the story Miss Wade
went In 70 make an eggnog. and Violet
| rose 10 go.
/ ~ -n.-- L. u nnvI ruaeI. anIa IInrnrl.