The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1906-09-04

CHAPTER XVIII. D is
Continued.


"His name was Addison"
Upon this the young lady behaved in
very surprising manner indeed. For
instead of saying "Ohn' or Dear me-.
or How very Interestingly" she covered
her face with her hands. and Kath-
arine saw that she was crying.
What is the matter? Why are you
cryings''
Il ana crying, my dear-7oh, my dear,
what am I crying for? It is because
you are getting better. Go on, dear, !
won't cry any more. Go on-Tom was
his name, wasn't It? Poor Tom! Tom
Addison, and he went out as war cor
respondent, and was killed by the
Arabs at Suakim with an officer, Cap
tain McLaughlin-but their bodies were
never recovered, were they? Poor Tom
Addison! Poor Captain Mclaughlin
Poor girls who loved them at home in
England!
'sDo you know all about ity'
my dear, it was in the papers, but
not your name. The world is never
told more than. a quarter of the truth.
And none of the papers said word
about Katharine Regina"
Yes, he was killed, and then-oh
what did anything matter? In the
middle Of my trouble Mr.. Emptage
came home one day, and said his salary
was cut down from three hundred a
year to a hundred and fifty. They
couldn't afford to keep me any longer.
So I had to look for another place.
There are thousands Of ladies
looking for work everywhere. oh, it
is a miserable world for themi Thou
sands of girls you can not imagine,
until you go about looking for work,
how many there are-thousands break
ing their hearts in trying to get work,
and some Of them starving because
they can not get any. / was ONES and
had nothing left at all, and / spent
two nights walking up and down the
streets without home, and on the
second night I lost my only friend in
the terrible fog. When you found me
/ had just learned that the Emptages
had left Doughty street and gone away
~ knew not where. And then think
must have broken down.
And then found you. Oh, found
your
At this point the Sister appeared
again.
''Not too much excitement, Miss Will
loughby," she said. Hasn't there been
enough talk for to-day? Why. what
ever is the matter?"
It was the young lady in fact, and
not the patient, who was weeping.
Yes, Sister, will come again to-
morrow. Enough talk for to-day. My
dear, it was none other than the hand
of God Himself which led me to you
that day. OH there are also many
happy women in the worldi-ohl so
many. See how miserable I was only
a month ago, and now how happy and
how grateful! The clouds will roll
away from you, too. see them roll
ing away; there is nothing but blue
sky and sunshine above, if you could
Only seesthem. Yes, Sister, / am COM
ing. I talk too much always. l am
coming. Kiss me, dear. Oh! kiss me
and try to love me always, because we
have had the same sorrow and may
have Yes, Sister, am coming-I
am coming
She hurried away, but Katharine
heard her talking ana crying again
outside the door. And she heard
worGs-it was the Sister who said them
which had no meaning, so that she
thought the old dreamy feeling was
going to return.
She must not be told yet; not until
she is stronger But let the poor man
who wrote those letters be told at
once"
This was very remarkable. But the
day was full of strange things. Pres
emily the secretary, who generally
keeps down stairs all day, and writes
letters with tremendous energy, getting
writer's cramps In no time, came into
the ward and raade straight for Kath-
arine's bed, ami asked her if she was
feeling stronger. AS she asked the
question her eyes filed, and she turned
hastily. away Then the Sister came
and placed The grapes handy for her.
and smoothed her pillows, and her eyes
became humid, too-fancy an hospital
Sister, who sees SO many sick people
every day. giving way to the least re-
sembIance of d tearl The thing was
completed by the visit Of the senior
physician to the hospital, who went her
rounds in the afternoon, and stood over
Katharine with eyes which were GER
tainly misty.