The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1907-12-07

vitation 10 tea, rode back with him to
Aikenside. Mrs. Agnes would have gone
Of into a passion when told that Jessie
had been exposed to fever and mercy
knows what"
There's no telling what one will catch
among the very poor" she said to DR..
Holbrook, as she clasped and unclasped
the heavy gold bracelets flashing ON her
white. round arm.
III be apswerable for any disease
Jessie caught at Mr.. Markham's,' the
doctor replied.
AT Mr.. Who's? What did you call
him?" Agnes asked, the bright color on
! her cheek fading as the doctor replied:
"Markham-an old man who lives in
Honedale. You never knew him, of
course"
Involuntarily Agnes glanced at Guy, in
whose eye there was, as she tancied, a
peculiar expression, Could it De he knew
the secret she guarded so carefully? I'm
possible, she said to herself; but still
the white fingers trembled as she handled
the china and silver, and for once she
was glad when the doctor took MS leave,
and she was alone with Jessie.
What was that girls manner she ask
ed 1.-THE one you went to seef''
"Maddy, mother-Madeline Clyde. She's
so pretty. I'm going to see her again
May II"
Agnes did not reply directly, but con-
tinued to question the child with regard
to the cottage which Jessie thought sc
funny. slanting away back, she said, sc
that the roof on one side almost touched
the ground The window panes, too
were so very tiny, and the room where
Maddy lay sick was small and low.
"Yes, yes, l know" Agnes said at last
impatiently. weary of hearing OF the cot
tage whose humble exterior and interio
she knew SO much better than Jessie her
self.
But this was not to be divulged; TO
surely the naughty Agnes Remington
who, in Boston, aspired to lead in societ
, into which, as the wife of DIR. Reming
J ton, she had been admitted, and who
in Aikenside, was looked upon with envy
, could have nothing in common with tn
| red cottage or its inmates. So whe
Jessie asked again if she could not visi
Maddy on the morrow, she answered d.
cidedly: mo, daughter. no. l do nc
t wish you to associate with such people,
, and when Jessie insisted on knowing VIII
!. she must not associate with such peopl
as Maddy Clyde, the answer was: B'
i cause you are Remington" 1t was
r in vain that Jessie, and even Guy hin
self tried to revoke the decision. Je
e sic should not be permitted to come
o contact with that kind of people, ST
g said. or incur the risk of catching thu
S dreadful fever.
h So day after day, while life and healt
u were slowly tfrobbing through her vein
, Maddy waited and longed for the lit
l girl whose one visit to her sick roo
e seemed so much like dream. From h
grandfather she had heard the good new
e of Guy Remington's generosity, and tha
: quite as much as DIR. Holbrook's met
d cines, helped to bring the color back
d the pallid cheek and the brightness to b
" eyes.
l. She was asleep the first time the dc
!, tor came after the occasion Of Jessie
visit, and he did not awaken her; b
q, for long time, as it seemed to Grandn
r Markham, who stood very little in awe
st the Boston doctor, he watched her
she slept, now clasping the blue-vein
~ wrist as he felt for the pulse, and NJ
y wiping from her forehead the drops
y sweat, or pushing back her soft, da1
is hair. 1t would be three days before
Of could see her again. for sick father
n Cambridge needed his attention, and
st ter numerous directions as to the adm
Id istering of sundry powders and pills,
to left her, feeling that the next three da
#, would be long ones to him. When,
last, he was about starting to visit MI
d. dy again, he puzzled his brains until tt
lie fairly ached with wondering what
ut could do to give her pleasant surpr
at and show that he was not as formida
m parsonage as her past experience mil
as lead her to think.
I'M Ito be continued)