Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1900-10-10
Saved by Her Voice.


n T was springtime and MONDAY n
England, and the soft breath Of the
year seemed laden with fragrant
promises Of bloom and color, while over
the woods was stealing a fairylike man
tie of green.
On such day, and In such scene O.
this, Eyangeline Rohan felt as though
the world should hold nothing Of strife
or pain or ugliness; indeed, the particu-
lar world In which she moved and
oreathed and had her being held little
Dut the surface knowledge that such
things existed, for fate had favored
Evangeline, and not content with be-
slowing on her beauty Of person and
mind, had lowered her with the great
gift Of song In Its divine perfection.
Now she sauntered down the wind
ing pathway that led from her castle
terrace to copse beneath.
A man followed her with hesitatine
steps, as though he feared repulse II
ne presented himself too suddenly, took
courage to approach when the trees
veiied them from the castle windows,
ana, though she made him welcome By
neitner word nor sign. walked at her
side until the whim seized her to seat
herself on bank and search for the
desultory flowers that were beginning
to peep here and there.
It was at this moment that visitor
who had driven up to the castle in a
dogcart descended and asked for Mile.
Rohan.
am afraid she is unable to see any.
one this morning" said the butler; "slie
Is resting for tonight.
DR.. Harrowden knit his brows IN per-
plexity. He remembered that the sing
er had generously offered to throw open
her castle to the public on that night
and to give the first entertainment in
her new tkeateF for the benefit of a
Find for wounded soldiers.
All the country were clamoring for
tickets. Fabulous prices had been paid
even for standing room. and report said
the diva, having spared no pains nor ex.
pense to make the occasion a success,
was about TO eclipse herself In a new
part, specially written and composed
for her. In an operate adaptation Of
"Othello."
'The matter is very urgent one,"
said DIR. Harrowden, after pause. 81
have request to make Of Mile. Rohan
that can only be made personally. II
you will risk her displeasure and allow
me to make my way to her will take
all the blame. may say 1t Is ques-
ton almost of life and DEATH"
The man, who knew DR.. Harrowden
as one whose reputation, even in VII
lage practice, gave weight to his words,
yielded, and. telling him that made
moiselle had taken the path toward the
copse, led him through the conserva-
tory and directed him to the shortest
way.
He came so suddenly upon the little
clearing where Eyangeline was that
neither she nor her companion per
ceived him. She was standing up.
singular look on her beautiful face.
which was bereft Of its usual color, and
both her hands were outstretched be-
fore her as though to ward of some
thing that she dreaded, and that yet
fascinated her.
His face, dark-eyed, brown-skinned
one, with something in its southern In.
tensity that marred Its handsomeness.
must have worn threatening express
sion, for she recoiled with a little cry
OF alarm, and, turning, saw DR.. Har-
rowden as he stepped toward her.
"Ah, doctor!" she said, little shaken
still, but smiling, ut is a long time since
I have seen you, which speaks well for
my health, though not for my hospi.
tality. But you are coming tonight, 1
hopef"
"You have asked me to the castle
most kindly, he answered quietly, "but
am busy man, as you know, made
mOiselle, and have to deny myself many
pleasures. have ventured to intrude
on you, for which you must please lay
the blame solely on me, because have
little patient down there in the vii.
lage whose recovery seems to depend
entirely on you."
ION mel"
my patient is little child who has
been at deaths door through fever, and
whose one desire, night and day, has