The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1902-04-11

\s61kAk EN- VII.
TO Cl4rice she vowed redoubled de-
votion- All! 1t any care Of hers might
help her towards recovery, SO that
when her lover returned from his In
dian campaign she might be- well
enough to marry! Only in helping to
bring that marriage to q successful is
cue could che hope to efface the last
miserable half-hour. She would try,
eoo, and talk to Doctor Drake some day
~ herself. and ask il any possible
change OF treatment might hasten
CiArtes's recovery. Tho very thought
brought comfort and hope with it.
Having decided her course OF action.
she proceeded to put it into practice;
snookhsd her hair, and tried to wash
the traces Of tears from her face. Then
abe sak down aud wrote few lines to
her brother, declining to lend him the
mooag, and giving him her reasons for
he refusal. After that she went to
olartcs's room. who, happily, she found
aloas.
Il thought you were never coming"
/said Clartos hetfully. ''Come and sit
close by ms where can see you. I
noed Jour soothing presence so badly
today. Why, what is the matter with
you. dear? You look as If you needed
soothing yourself. Yoa have been cry
ing. and thought you we're woman
who could not cry"
Janetta gave rather q watery smile.
You were wrong, you see. have been
In trouble about several things, and
could not see my way clear; but see
It now. shaRt cry any more, prom
sse you" And Ianetta threw back her
head with something of her usual frank
reliance
Clarice glanced at her wistfully.
You are reserved and proud, Janetta;
but II e we're & case where money
would help
With quick alertness Janetta bent
down and kissed ono Of Clarices tiny,
helpless hands.
"Ah! how good and dear you are;
hut 1t is not case Of money. I am
almost glad not to have 1t, because
might do harm szastead Of good with
it"
Mot my hands, my face said
Clar1cs simply. And Janetta bent and
kissed her on the forehead, oppressed
with sense OF her own unworthiness.
The day passed like q dream She
RAW Captain MertvaIe only at meals.
ftor ho and Clarice spent the evening
alone together.
The next day, when he came down
. tier bidding her good-by, he found
Mrs Mortimer standing alone in the
( hall. giving her last directions for the
hacking Of his luggage into the car
rfage. Flo looked searchingly about
Esaor Janetta.
Miss Howard desired me to bid you
good 10y for her" said Mrs. Mortimer,
answering his glance. "She went into
the town for something"
ooh. thank you. Tell her was sorry
not to see her. You and she will look
after Clarice for me whilst I'm away,
won't your"
The next instant he was gone. ia
aetta, meanwhile, sought shelter in a
little cove by the seashore, and sat
With her back against the cliff and
her fearless eyes gazing out Stewards.
Her teeth were clenched in the eff
hort to keep back the sobs that rose in
her throat She would gladly have
uprootcd this strange love that had
GROVE up in her heart, but she could
COT
Hes gone now" she said, pulling
out her watch and looking at it, cit
can't De wrong to go on loving him
when shall never see him again 1t
can neither hurt him nor me, for he
does not know it; and God knows l
have but one great wish in life left to
ms--thak he ard Clarice should marry"
It CHANGED that. OF her way home
she came across Doctor Drake walking
quickly down the street. He would
have passed her by with a bow, but
she cafne to a stop.
There is something I wanted to talk
TO you about Could you spare me a
uinuta:",
Certainly" he said. with slight
surprise.
Il never get the chance of a word
alone with you. WILL you forgive me
IL ask II there is nothing that could
be done to hasten Miss Seymour's re-
covery1''
Doctor brakes fair face flushed "T+
In & question that is often before me.
Do you think her worse?" he asked
knxtousiy.
"she is out Of spirits. and losing
aop>."
"Of WHAT" inquired the Doctor i'm
patiently. "of recovery or what?"
OF everything that makes her life
worth living Until she is better she
will not marry
or Captain Merivaie will not marry
dsr!" broke cut the Doctor. Which
e It. do you think? You are speaking
frankly to me, Miss Howard, and can
bat answer you ia the same spirit No
SPECIALIST can do anything for Miss
Seymour. / will tell you briefly my
spfnton. which Is backed by other men
( n my profession When Miss Seymour
vas thrown from her horse she severe
Y strained the nerves Of the spine.
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