The Cairo bulletin., 1907-09-23

Ana then-Well, even 10 nlmSeiI nc
had never quite acknowledged that
the chill which ushered in pneumonia
| had been caused by making Mrs.
| Davis put on his heavy overcoat.
| Whatever the cause, the effect was
only too apparent 1t had taken but
three weeks to undo the work of 80
years.
Something very like tear was try
ing to find its way from the little doc
tors trembling eyelid, but he forced it
back, and the voice which answered
the nurses gentle tap was steady.
She came in flushed and animated
i've had the best walk" she said,
and I've brought you basket of
daffodils--the darlings! May bring
them in?"
Thank you, If you will be so good
answered the doctor. why do you
ask permission?"
We'll at first you made me take
some flowers away. ! suppose ought
not to have bothered you with them,
but nearly every one Is so pleased to
have them. Don't you like fowers?"
why, yes" said the doctor, Il am
very fond Of flowers. +"
But somehow he could not bring
himself to explain to this matter-of-
fact young woman that he had sent
them away because none of his people
had cared enough for him to bring
him any. Medicine first, then daffo-
dis" said the nurse, smilingly. 4
When she came back with her
basket of the flowers the big doctor
sat by the bedside.
Another present for the popular
patient?" he asked. why that re-
minds me have a package and a let.
ter. I'll get them. I've left them
downstairs with my coat"
The little old doctor broke the seal
with an apology. He could hardly wait
to read the letter. Miss Lydia Dolli
yer had traced 1t In her stiff penman-
ship. of fashion long gone by. He
read:
Dear Friend:-This loving cup is
sent to you by all of us who love you.
Every one gave something. from Pinky |
Davis, who gave bis candy penny. to
Malachi Boone. who gave $50. Now
that the danger Is past, I'll tell you
how we came TO get 1t. We thought |
you were going to die. put my apron |
over my head and ! cried-cried as |
haven't cried sinee-well, no matter. |
Every one was doing the same. BY |
ones and twos they kept coming over |
until It was like a party for numbers. |
and a funeral for faces. Then told |
them about flowers. In that way we |
could show you what we have never |
showed you, knowing all the time in |
my heart that then IL would be too /
late. But when the news came that |
you were going to llve--then can't |
tell you But think we cried as much |
as at first So God bless you. I sup
pose you knew there were many who |
honored you. But believe in telling |
before it is too late"
There was something about the lit |
tie doctors face as he finished the |
letter which made the nurse retreat |
with her basket Of daffodils. But the 1
big new doctor cut the string of the
package, and passed 1t unopened TO 4
the hands which released the letter.
Come. GOMEZ" he said at last gruf- /
fy. through the catch in his throat. |
This will not do-wili not do, What /
are these precious neighbors of yours
about? Trying to make you worse2"
NO" said the other. gently. they |
wouldn't try that-and they couldn't
this way. I shall be better for It.
You'll see" And the doctor. who had
seen much. guessed that 1t would in
deed be so.
He carried the picture with him.
not knowing that II was because this
uatient was the best-beloved. He
thought in his cheery, tender heart i
that the picture haunted him because
il was an unDsysi occurrence to see 1
an old man sitting up In bed with /
the tears running down on the hands
snss- x0,lnEiJ neia . LOVING can