The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1907-12-05

How Bessie
Recovered
(Copyright.)
BY MARY WILSON

breakfast tray, as her husband placed
1t 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 food of spring sunshine
In the room, then he went back to the
bedside. Laughing little, he said:
my darling, you have been worse
every morning for two or three years,
haven't your"
Yes, have; how can you laugh,
Wallace?"
His face was grave enough as he
replied:
Bessie, l would give anything IL
you you'd try to get up to breakfast.
| know you'd feel better, even If you
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 l inherit her weak, delicate
constitution"
You both might have been strong
er II 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 IL
you hate so to bring it. All! | re-
member my dear mother with Aunt
Sadie and Nam Cleo to wait on her
day and night. / shall never reach
her age and it is better so. I 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 DR..
Brenwell, and, after word or two
about the fine morning, he turned
sharply TO the old doctor and said:
Doctor, l want you to tell me If
anything can be done for Bessie. Is
she really ill?'
Your wife is delicate and nervous.
but If 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 1
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 bunch of the velvet beauties
In her hand.
Are they not lovely?" she said
"You must take them, doctor. l
know you love them, and yours are
not doing we'll 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.
NV ny, yes, indeed | should have
died long ago without it," Mrs. Wat
son answered
Mr.. Dane sighed. Il would give
anything" he said, III Bessie could
grow rosy and happy like you are"
Il believe she might" said Mrs.
Watson earnestly. Bessie is not
really ILL., ! know she is not strong,
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, l know, but both
of you call after tea and we'll 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
futter, and as soon as her guests
were seated she began: Il thought
I'd let you know. Mr.. Dane, you are
to do just like | 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.
The very thing. Go home, Dane, and
get at it. Mrs. Watson can wait for
thanks till we are done"
Next morning Mr.. Dane Sent Biddy
to his wife's room to say that he was
sorry he could not see her. The doc
tor had been there and had spoken Of
rheumatism"
In an hour Bessie was in her hus-
bands room. I'm so sorry for you
Wallace. Do you suffer much?" she
asked tenderly.
Not so much but ! could suffer
more, dear" he answered, smiling re-
signedly. III this was the worst OF
IT," he went on Il could endure it bet.
ter. Bessie, there are so many fail.
ures now-how can | tell you?" he
walled. "Ah, Bessie, we too, must
have our sorrows"