Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1903-05-12
Sunny Bank Farm
FLOYD LIVINGSTON


praying earnestly that she might live;
while the other, with dark, lowering
countenance and wrinkled brow, stood
with folded arms and firmly compressed
lips. struggling TO subdue the evil pas
sion which whispered, Let her die,
There will be comfort in weeping over
her grave, and knowing that she is not
the bride of another"
In the meantime Jessie had been miss
ed, and servant dispatched to find her.
But this the woman failed to do, as she
was then at Magnolia Grove, and Mrs.
Lansing was about venturing to 20 in
guest of her. when she appeared saying
'she knew Miss Lee was dying. she look
ed so dreadfully."
'Jessie-child"' screamed the alright
cd Mrs. Lansing. shrinking from the lit
tie girl as if she had been a loathsome
thing. Have you been therein the
roomy'
Without any attempt at concealment.
Jessie told what she had done, and when
her mother exclaimed, You are a dead
child" she answered, fearlessly, II am
not afraid to de-
Just then the negro who had been sent
TO the village for the family physician
returned bringing the news that the
fever had broken out there the night be-
fore. and that in one family two were
already dead, while a third was thought
TO be dying. In the utmost dismay, Mrs.
Lansing now announced her intention Of
leaving the place at once and fleeing for
safety to her brothers plantation, which
was distant about twelve miles.
nj oil n
mother" said Jessie, beginning 70 cry
at the unfeeling desertion.
But Mrs. Lansing was determined.
she couldn't help her at all if she
stayed" she said. And the colored
women would do all that was necessary;
it wasn't like leaving her alone With
Dr. Clayton, for there were dozen able
bodied females in the house to wait upon
her"
And if she dies?" suggested Jessie;
but her mother would not hear to reason,
and urged on by Ada. who was no less
frightened than herself, she ordered out
the travelling carriage, which soon stood
before the door.
She would fain have had her brother
accompany her, but she knew it was use
less to propose it. Still, she would see
him before she went. and her waiting
maid was sent to bring him.
"I'll go. Let me CO." said Jessie and
ere her mother could detain her. she was
half way there.
Entering the room on tiptoe, she gave
her uncle her mothers message, and
then stealing up to Rosa. wound her
arms round her neck, and laying Der
soft. warm cheek caressingly against the
white, thin fact of the teacher, wept Ter
last adieu. They would never, never
meet again, for ere the summer flowers
were faded one would be safely in the
bosom of the Good Shepherd, who would
lead her in green pastures. and beside the
still waters of the better land.
Bury her under the tall magnolia,
a little ways from father" was Jessie's
last injunction to DIR. Clayton. whose
tears burst forth afresh, for not till then
had he thought how he must leave her
alone in that far South land-many miles
away from her native hills. and that to
him would be denied the solace of weep
ing over her early grave.
1t was in vain that Mr.. Delafield at
tempted TO dissuade his sister from go
ing. She would no. listen. for their lives,
she said. were all endangered by remain
ing in town, and as several other fami-
lies were going to leave. she should fol-
low their example-then bidding him
hasten to them the moment Rosa was
dead, she entered her carriage aud was
driven rapidly away, followed by Hal
bert and two or three negroes on horse
back. Unfeeling as this proceeding seem
ed to Richard, he still experienced sen
sation of relief at the absence of the
family, and thinking they would proba-
bly, be safer at The Pines than at Cedar
Grove, he returned to the chamber above
where Rosa still lay, in the same death
like unconsciousness, perfectly still save
when a movement of the head or faint
moan told how she suffered
The clock in the hall struck the hour
of eleven. and then. with a feeble moan,
the sick girl withdrew her hand from
beneath the covering, and when the stern
man took it within his own he forced
back an exclamation of joy. for il was
moist with perspiration. There was
hope, and his first impulse was 20 tell
the good news to his companion; out the
demon, which all the morning he had
Rugged to his bosom, whispered, mot
now-let him suffer yet a little longerr'
Soon. however, casting this thought aside
rs unworthy of him. he said. ''Look pp,
Dr. Clayton: she is better. She may
live. See.' and lifting the damp hair
from her brow, he pointed 10 the dewy
drops which stood thiclily upon it,
Thank heavenr' was Or. Clayton S
exclamation, and bending down. he said,
Rosa, my precious Rosa She will live,
and you have saved her. he continued
advancing toward the dark statue, whose
hand he pressed to his lips. ITO you
the credit is due. for you worked when
despair had rendered me powerleSs 10
do it; but now l am strong. | am my
self again. aud if | have any skill it
shall be exerted in her behalf"
All that day and night they stood oTer
her, applying the remedies said 10 be
most efficient in cases of the kind, ard
when the next morning came she was
unquestionably better. though still in
great danger from tendency of the
disease to the lungs. which. however, was
less to be feared than its return to the
brain. Very carefully and tenderly they
watched her. and had not Mr.. p1.aGeld
been blinded by her suppose2 love for
another, he must We =een how inuch
more readily she e K things from him
than from DR. Clayton. following him
with her eyes whenever he moved away,
and seeming much more quiet when he
was at her side. BY the close of the
third day she was nearly free from the
brain fever. but much fear was felt by
Or. Clayton lest it should assume the
typhoid form. which it did ere long, end
then for three weeks she raved IN wild
delirium driving Richard Delatield froM
her presence. shudderiuS when be came
near. and begging Of Or. Clayton. whom
she called her brother Charlie. TO send
the black man with his ugly face away"
This state Of affairs was Almost inSol-
cradle to Richard. who. if he had loved
Rosa before. felt that she was tenfoil
dearer 70 him now. and 50. though be
dared not come in her sight when awake,
he watched by her when she slept. stand
Ing over her hour after hour. and cHdEr-
ing with almost superhuman strength
the care which Or. Clayton could hardly
no said 10 Skare. so absorbed was he in