The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1902-09-12

Bradshaw Woods, wooed and won her
all over again. OF and on he woke
to gasp and groan and utter exclama-
tions The Pretoria nurses would
have interpreted those EXPLANATIONS
Alright, but he was alone now, and had
worse tones after each bout Of them
For the second time the girl knocked
IT his door.
Your hot water, sir" she cried, and
set her ear to listen.
She did not listen long, but hurried
downstairs, with word for the master
that the gentleman in No. was shout
ing in the queerest way.
Il think he's ILL., sir" she said. "He
looked bad last night"
The landlord made no bones about
entering Dicks room when he, too,
had raped to no purpose He gazed
at Dick for a few moments, and felt
his blood chill n little at Dicks furious
cry: Il tell you you are dead, Mary,
so don't deny itr' touched Dicks burn
ing forehead and left him.
Hes in a fever-that's what's the
matter with him. he said "You just
go for Mr.. Barker, Jane, right away"
Poor young fellowr said Jane
eagerly THAT l will, sir"
Moreover, being in love herself, she
determined to kill two birds with one
stone.
It's maybe a present for Miss Dgd-''
ley" she said to herself And, putting
on her hat, carried off Dicks little
packet for No. Deyonshire Road. "
Nurse
The darkness had passed from Dicks
brain, and, having opened his eyes and
seen things as they were, though with
an imperfect grasp of the facts, he
whispered the mOnosyllable.
The quick rustic of a dress answered
him and the words:
Eyes, my dear bOyw
you, mother" said Dick, looking
up at the face that was the best and
truest object in life for him.
She clasped his hand-a bony shape,
loosely laced with skin.
Suddenly the cloud fell upon him.
1t all came back-wound, fever, the
long weeks in hospital the voyage
home in weakness and anxiety as well
as hope, the news of Mary's fortune
and Sir Tarver Brown, his rebuff in
st. Pauls Church yard and his journey
to Nellerton.
He grCaned, IN spite Of himself, and
turned his face to the wall
Now, then, dear, let me raise your
head"
whats the use?" he murmured.
1t was his one and only fash of peev-
ishness. The next instant he obeyed
orders, with smile. 1t was a dreary
smile, yet a smile.
How 1 must have worried you,
motherr' he said quietly, as he settled
after the tonic. Il suppose this is Mel
lerton?"
She kissed him as mothers do kiss
their grown sons Of whom they are
very proud.
Try and sleep again, dear" she said,
rather TREMENDOUSLY.
But Mary Dudley and her infdelity-
her eXcusable infdelity-were vivid in
his mind How could he sleep amid
such realizations?
"All right" he said, shutting his
eyes.
Then a sunny gray mist settled upon
his brain, and his surroundings were
to him as if they were not. 1t was not
so much sleep as translation Of spirit
"Oh, Mary, Mary, what shall 1 dc
without you" his lips cried aloud
even while his mind was active il
some remoter atmosphere.
Nothing, dear Dick, you shall mo-
do without me as long as we live, fol
we will be always together" A hant
was laid on his forehead little satiny
hand. with love warm in all it's pores
And instantly Dick opened his eyes.
Mary" he gasped.
This time Mary Dudley laid her face
by his ON the pillow, smiling, anC
whispered, with her mouth close to hi
mouth:
"Of course, Dick, who else should
! be?" .
But it was not until the evening
that she was allowed to give him il
full measure the only tonic that coult
be warranted able to make him him
self again in spirit and in truth Thei
she did not spare him.