The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1907-12-27
How Bessie
Recovered
ny MARY WILSON


DIedhidSt tray us HeT HuSbanu PiaSt'
IL on the little table at her bedside.
Il don't feel like eating, Wallace;
! think am worse this morning
Mr. Dane threw open the east win
dow and let flood OF spring sunshine
/ in the room. then he went back to tn,
!. bedside. Laughing little, he said:
My darling. You have been worse
| every morning for two or three years
I haven't your"
Eyes, have; how can you laugh
I Wallace?"
! His face was grave enough as he
replied:
Bessie, ! would give anything Il
4 You you'd try to get UP to breakfast
/ ! know you'd feel better, even II yor
had to lie down afterward. The morn
ings are lovely now. with all the flow
ers blooming; won't you try to-mor
row?'
Mrs. Danes voice was full OF tears
but she answered:
II hope you are not going to begin
that again. | can't rise before break
fast. My mother never did. No one
ever knew her to breakfast out of
bed. and ! inherit her weak, delicate
constitution"
You both might have been strong
er If she had been more" He
broke off suddenly, then began again
Your mother was situated differ.
emily. She had SO many servants.
and"
Il don't need to be reminded Of
that, Wallace. know | am only an
expense and trouble to you You
have no feeling for me. / see that !
shall go without breakfast hereafter II
you hate so to bring 1t. Ali | re-
member my dear mother with Aun.
Sadie and Mann Cleo to wait on her
day and night. | shall never reach
her age and Ii is better so. | hate
the sight Of these Irish girls. have
no comfort In the world"
Then she burst into tears. and after
repeated efforts to quiet her Mr.. Dane
left the room and the house. A few
steps from the gate he overlook Or
Brenwell. and, after a word or two
about the fine morning. he turned
sharply to the old doctor and said
Doctor, | want you to tell me il
anything can be done for Bessie. Is
she really ill?'
Your wife Is delicate and nervous.
but II she would only try to be well
she would find herself growing SO. A
sniff of this morning air would do
her more good than the best tonic |
know how to make" said the doctor.
bringing his cane down on the side
walk with an emphatic thump.
They were just in front Of Mrs
Watson's flower garden now. The lit
tie woman was busy among her pan
sizes, but she lifted her head and
nodded, then ran down to the gate
with a bunch of the velvet beauties
In her hand
Are they not lovely?" she said
you must take them, doctor. RI
know You love them, and yours are
not doing well this spring"
Her rosy face dimpled with smiles
as the doctor thanked her.
Il think, Dane, that Mrs. Watson
can tell you something about the ben
eft to be derived from exercise in the
open air" said the doctor.
Why, yes. indeed, should have
died long ago without II" Mrs. Wat
son answered.
Mr.. Dane sighed. II would give
anything" he said. IF Bessie could
grow rosy and happy like you are"
Il believe she might said Mrs.
Watson earnestly. Bessie is not
really i'll. | know she is not stroag.
and. forgive me. Mr.. Dane, she makes
herself worse than she need be-
IF we could only fall upon some
plan to get her out more. She needs
the early morning. Can't you help |
US, Mrs. Watson?"
As he spoke the doctor looked at |
the little woman expectantly.
Il do believe ] feel an idea begin |
ming to form in my head. You |
haven't time now, know. but both |
Of you call after tea and Wen talk It |
over" said the little woman, delight |
eddy.
Then the gentlemen went away. aft
er promising to come in the even.
Ing.
Mrs. Watson was waiting in quite l
A futter. and as soon as her guests |
we're seated she began: Il thought |
I'd let you know. AFR. Dane, you are 1
10 do just like I tell you if you try my
plan at all. You will. won't your"
Mr.. Dane promised. and then she
told her plan.
Capital" exclaimed the doctor.
rhe very thing. Go home, Dane. and
get at it. Mrs. Watson can wait for
hanks till we are done"
Next morning Mr.. Dane Sent Biddy
% his wife's room to say that he was
sorry he could not see her. The doc
or had been there and had spoken of
In an hour Bessie was in her hus-
bands room. I'm so sorry for you.
Do yos suffer much?" she
asked tenderly.
Not so much but / could suffer
more. dear" be answered. smiling re.