The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1903-06-26

roomy Kitchen where yet the table
stood with food untasted.
81 will drive Miss Grey over in the
morning he said, "shc is an excel
lent nurse: till then. YOU and Chloe
can manage all right, | think. In
caring for the little girl" he went on.
you may be entertaining an angel
unawarcs. who knows!'
Mr.. Clark would not leave her
to anyone when they couldn't
find her folks, and how she
did cling to him when he was
trying to pull her out of the ruins.
lie could probably have got clear with
her without being hit. If il hadn't
been for that.
"Wcll. what can't be cured, you
know; now. goodnight, or rather,
good-morning. Mrs. Clark, he added,
consulting his watch; keep CHEEKY
and hope for the best" and closing
the door quietly, he was gone.
Weeks passed; weeks, too, of suf-
fcring and anxiety in the Clark
household, but many another home
shared the same fate, and the grave
physicians and surgeons were busy
enough.
One bright morning toward thelast
Of May. Miss Grey threw open the
window to let in the warm sun rays
and fresh. pure air, fragrant with the
hcalth.gi,ing breath of the stately
pines opposite. and Beulah was drawn
IN 10 enjoy it,
"0low lovely" she whispered. lean
Ing contcnlcdly back against the
cushions.
We. dear" said Mis-. Grey. ,wal-
| loving a lob. as ,hc thought Of the
Journey Of pain before The wasted lit
tie frame at her side. but Boulah's
! grcli brown eve. sought hers. and he
acdcd quickly with a smile: You
are ceiling much better ihi. morn
inc
Yes, q yc, but, Nil. Gray" lay
ing q thin. white hand on the arm Of
her loving friend. "wcre my injuries
30 very bad, and i, it true that | can
no9sr walk again.
Ii, Grey started. and Beulah re-
pestcd her question, adding: "lou
ncyu't fear to tell me, | can bcarit."
Il m afraid it is true. dear" said
her iucnd. carcs,ing her clear, blue
yein,d forehead with her unoccupicd
hand, aud feeling the tightening
gra'p Ipon her arm, while two great
tcars slowly emerged from the brown
eyes sld dropped silently ON the be-
coming bed wrapper.
Nh Grcy's " eyes were moist as
she stopped and kissed the sweet face,
saying BE brave, dear, and remem-
her tina, underneath are the cyerlast-
ing arms
Beu'ah was quiet for some time.
looking out on the soft. new tints OF
green woodland. and beyond to the
zig-zag line Of hilltops resting 50 low
ingly against the ky.
At lat she said: "Mi.s Grey"
and u slight trcmor in her voice be-
traycd che emotion she felt. is Mr..
Clark".-.then ,he hcsiiatcd, and u
wave ~ pain swept over her facets
he-is hc-'ogain she stopped, and
Miss frey, diyining hclhought, said
quickly;
MIR. Clark i. doing well, and doe
tor expect. to remove the ,plints in a
few days"
\ little cry Of JOY sprang from the
pale lips that Immediately framed the
words:
"lIe did it for me. Miss Grey: he
did it saving me. o, I'm so glad he
isn't'-but she could not bring her
self to say that n word.
Summer came and went. Autumn,
close at her heels in gorgeous attire,
had danced and frolickcd until her
garments were thin and shabby; the
weather-beatcn oaks and NAPLES
standing mere bcggars in the chill
November air. The crimson sumachs
and graceful tufts Of golden-rod haG
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