Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-12-31
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to him, shouting for helm. and COR
rage coming up stopped beside them
IL was Miss Mazurka's. With a CRY
she sprang out.
Il know the gentleman" she
said, with presence of mind. sHeln
me lift him into the carriage. and /
viii take him home, and send the
doctor. pleased"
They brought the English doctor,
who stood beside the bed to which
they had carried Stuart Villiars, and
watched him in silence for time, and
administered restoratives; then he
went out into the ante-room, where
Miss Mazurka was waiting. She was
quite pale with anxiety, and as un-
like the cool and indolent queen of
the fairies, as dissimilar to the Miss
Mazurka of the Coronet as could pos.
sibly be imagined
"Well?" she said, eagerly.
He is very ill., said the doctor,
gravely. "You are a friend of his
lordship's, think?" and he bowed.
eyes, yes!" he assented, anxiousIy.
You don't think-he is not in any
danger?"
''Im afraid he is" he said, seriously.
at is low fever of The gravest kind.
He has been ill for some time; indeed,
he has never quite recovered from the
illness he tells me he had a short
time ago."
"And-and-what is to be done::'
she demanded.
He walked up and down the room.
81 should advise that his friends be
sent for" he replied; "but his lordship
tells me he has no friends he wishes
to see in fact, forbids me to telegraph
to England will go to the hospital
and send nurse"
You needn't do that" she re-
marked, quietly, "for / am going to
nurse him."
She slipped off her hat and jacket,
and despatched a servant to her hotel,
and then went in quietly and naturally
to the sickroom.
When the doctor came back with
the necessary medicines, he found her
installed in her self-elected Office, at
tired in soft black dress and white
apron, and shod in noiseless shoes,
looking altogether as businesslike as
the nurse he had brough to assist her,
and as he gave his instructions, she
showed that she fully understood him
and intended carrying them out.
Before the night was over Lord
Villiars had passed into state OF
delirium, and the girl beside his bed
heard him talking wildly, as he tossed
to and fro, of certain Joan" Let
his disordered visions wander from
the point for time, they always came
back. 1t was Joan! Joan! My wife
my lost JOAN" which fell from hfs
parched lips in one delirious wall.
The days of illness passed, and one
night toward dawn Lord Stuart Viii
liars fell into the first real restful
sleep which had come to him since his
> attack, and as the morning sur
streamed through the chinks of the
blinds, he opened his eyes and fixed
them on his patient nurse.
Here still?" he murmured family
You have been here all night! You
will be tired out!"
ooh, I'll wait now and see you
through it." she said, cheerfully.
"Will your" he said, gratefully, and
he held out his thin, wasted hand
Thanks! I think should miss you!'
Later in the day. as he lay looking
at her dreamily and listlessly, as a
man in his condition always looks, she
came up to the bedside and asked him
if there was anything she could dc
for him-if she could write to anyone
for instance.
mo, thanks" he said Then, as an
after-thought, he added: YES, will you
write to my agent?-just line to tell
him where l am. You will find his
address and some writing materials
in that case in the drawer of the
bureau beside you"
She went to the drawer and took on;
the case, and he directed her where
to find the keys. She unlocked the
writing-case, and was taking out some
paper, when portrait painted on q
piece of cardboard fell to the ground
1t was a water-color sketch of Joan
which he had painted from memory
and at which he had looked every
night until his illness. AS he was nc
mean artist, and he had had a pas
sionate love to inspire him, the por
trait wss striking likeness of Joan,
the fair face with it's large dark eyes
looking out sadly and sweetly.
Give it to mel" he said, almost
sharply, as he saw the sketchej face
She picked it up and held it toward
him face downward, and he took it AMI
gazed at it, his lips trembling, his
eyes filled With an infinite sadness.
The Mazurka bent over the letter
her face suddenly pale and strained.
Will that do" she said, reading
what She had written.
Yes, admirably" he replied.
"And there is no one else to write
to-" she asked
mo onei" he said, with a slight
smile. haven't friend on earth
excepting you.s