Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-09-10
"Oh," she gasped, cannot you

thought, you know, and saves me, per-
lhaps, from losing my head"
She was full Of nervous suspicion.
She made a breathless rush, snatched
the vial of liquid from him and flung
lit into the fire. For a moment he
looked utterly astounded, then he smil-
led.
What! you thought was meditating
lsuicide? That is the towards refuge,
J Mrs Lispenard. You have only de-
stroyed a simple opiate, which the doc
! tor sometimes leaves with me when
: these insomnious hours become un-
bearable. l was celebrating whether
or not to swallow it when you knock
ed. You have now saved me the trou-
ble," dryly.
81 beg a thousand pardons!" she half
sobbed. "You looked so strange and
desperate-I feared
Fear nothing. Go back to your
room. 1t sometimes requires more
Icourage to live than to die, but / am
not as weak as you uthink-good-night.'
The new nurse crept back to her
own chamber and to the unconscious
child, sobbing softly under her breath
as she went If Fleetwood had "mur-
dered Sleep" so. too, had she.-
But morning found Mrs. Lispenard,
calm and unruffied. at her post Of duty.
The eyes behind the blue glasses told
no tales. The ugly cap was pressed
close over the red hair The stout,
padded figure moved about, awkward
but quiet. Fleetwood noticed that her
hands were extremely dexterous. She
anticipated his wishes, grasped intui-
dull old Marjery had never done. She
frightened his od-fire, shook out mis-
lcushions, gave little womanly touches
there and there to the somewhat dismal
room, and changed it's character alto
gether. She prepared odd, dainty dish
es to tempt his languid appetite, and
before he could call, she was at his
side, silent, unobtrusiye, but thorough
Ily devoted to her work. At noon the
doctor came to see how matters were
progressing at Tamarack Hall.
"Well, my dear Fleetwood" he said,
"how do you like your new nurse?"
"She is plainly professional" replied
Fleetwood, land a vast Improvement
upon Marjery."
Her heart Is in her work." said the
doctor: keep her here-she will do
you good"
An hour or two after, as Fleetwood
lay upon his sofa, alone, the door Of
the chamber opened suddenly, and he
saw a little child standing on the
threshold, peering with large, round,
wondering eyes into the room.
He was dressed in a frock Of finest
embroidery, and a silken sash the color
Of his larkspur eyes. His face-a mar
vel Of baby beauty-looked out of
halo OF riotous, yellow curls.
Come in," invited Fleetwood.
The child crept shyly to the side Of
the sofa. Moved by some kindly i'm
pulse, Fleetwood lifted him up-a soft
dimpled armful of rose-leaf loveliness.
What is your name?" he said.
Guy" lisped the cherub.
Guy! that is my name, also-we
ought to know each other"
The little fellow had not completed
his second year-his stock of words
was still small. He jabbered out some
thing unintelligible, and put up his an
gel face in an irresistible way, to be
kissed. Blue eyes looked into blue eyes
l-ay, how like these two pairs Of eyes
were!-blonde hair mingled with blonde
hair as Fleetwood, for the first time
embraced, all unconsciously, his own
son.
You belong, l suppose, to Mrs Lis
penard," he said; 'would you like to
stay here with me, and make the ac-
quaintance of Punch?" pointing to an
Immense Newfoundland dog, who was
keeping guard by his master in the
brief absence Of the nurse.
Punch walked gravely up to the child
and laid a huge, hairy paw on the en-
broidered frock, as an invitation to
amicable relations.
BE careful of him, Punch" laughed
Fleetwood "he is as great curiosity
at Tamarack Hall as something out OF
a menagerie."
An hour after Mrs. Lispenard, who
had been at work below stairs, came
into the chamber, and 10! there was
Fleetwood reclining on his sofa, quiet
o,,l 1n1 n
lay the child. fast asleep, his yellow
curls shining like sunshine against the
sick mans breast.
II have taken unceremonious possess
sion Of your boy, you see," said Fleet
wood, with a smile. flush! do not
wake him. He has had a hard frolic
with Punch. and is quite worn out. 1t
l.; long since a child's voice was heard
In this house"
) The sight of the boy in Fleetwood's
. arms was a trial, indeed, to her self
: control
II hope he has not troubled you" she
stammered, turning her disguised face
; aside.
mot in the least" he answered. you
must permit him to come here often.
Both Punch and 1 have fallen deeply
I'm love with him."
She took up little Guy without an
other word and carried him quickly
out From that hour the child was a
very constant and ever-welcome visi-
J tor to FleetwOod's chamber.
THE little fellow amuses me-" Fleet
: wood would say: and so baby Guy was
allowed to toddle after the invalid
: chair and roll with Punch on the
: hearth and jabber his unintelligi-
BILE talk hour after hour in the sick
, mans room.
: One morning Mrs. Lispenard enter
ed FleetwoOd's chamber bearing great
: basket overlooking with blood-red
r jacqueminot roses and purple hello
2 trope, and orchids and lilies. wind
r from Araby the Blest seemed blowing
a. a 1.