Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1908-03-05
THE BLACK
SHEEP
Copyright by Daily Story Pub. COP
By EARL MARBLE


whole lot more.
But this is not a comedy-it's an
idyl"
Who is she?"
Some one over at the hospital"
"Ohl one of the nurses?"
She is one of my patients"
Keep right on. We shall get the
whole romance pretty soon"
VIII you go and see herr"
What for?"
"A woman's instinct is worth a
whole lot more than a mans judg-
ment. VIII you go?"
Maybe so. Have you told her that
you love herr"
Not in words. but maybe in man.
ner."
81 guess I shall be obliged to go.
What is her manner"
Ruth Marlowe"
"A right pretty name. Come around
tomorrow, and 1 will give you my
diagnosis of her case"
And can't you take a rose or some
flower around, so you can give it to
her If you are pleased with her?'
Perhaps"
And possibly shall have a story
to tell you"
You will not propose to her I'M
less l say you may?"
"Oh. come, now-that's asking too
much of a fellow"
We'll, 1 guess it is. At any rate. I
will not be too hard on you-nor on
her"
That's right-nor on her. I'm ter
ribly interested in those three words"
How very mysterious you are!
think there is a romance here"
When Edith called In the afternoon,
she was quite loaded down with
rather heterogeneous assortment of
flowers, and seemed to be going direct
| to the couch of Ruth Marlowe, to
whom she gave a rather searching
glance, and then turned in another
direction.
What a beautiful ladyl" said Ruth
to the nurse. who paused by her
couch just then.
What beautiful bunch OF flowers
she had!"
Yes. 1 think she did have some
flowers; but flowers would stand no
chance to be seen by the side OF such
a face as she had. She is very, very
beautiful"
Il thought she was coming TO you
with some OF the flowers. l will go
and ask her to remember you before
she gives them all away"
"Oh, beg of you no. She probably
has friend here for whom they were
brought. At any rate. should not
want any one to ask her to give me
any"
When the nurse met Edith a few
moments later, she said to her:
Such a pretty thing as Miss Mar
lowe said Of you when you came by
her couch Just now"
"Yes?"
81 spoke of the beautiful flowers
you were carrying and she said that
your face was so much more beautiful
that she hardly observed the flowers"
Il think l might return the compli-
ment. From my glance at her face. 1t
was a very radiant one came part
ly to see her. l am saving these for
her" glancing down at q cluster Of
violets.
She then went direct to Miss Mar
loves couch.
May I sit with you a few mo-
ments?" she asked, taking the vacant
seat
1T would make me the happiest
woman alive"
Il saved these for you" handing her
the violets. They comport so delight
fully with your rare spirituelle
beauty"
Thank you very much. 1t is SO
lovely Of you"
Except this one rose A friend OF
yours asked me to bring you a rose"
"A friend of mine? l did not know
I had friend in the world"
why, yes-a very dear friend OF
yours-Dr. Somerby."
"Oh, yes-Dr. Somerby!" as q faint
flush, like that of the rose she took
from her caller, spread itself over her
fair features. Are you-are you his
sweetheart"
mo, indeed" with a spice of mis-
chief; ARE your"
The flush on her features turned to
a deep crimson; and then was sue
ceeded by a dsathly paleness, which
was succeeded In turn by a food of
tears.
mol no! l am nobody's sweetheart
not now!" followed by another
paroxysm of weeping.
why, my dear! what have 1 done
am so sorry! 1 thought thought
from what he told me But tell me
all about it, dear"
mo, no, mol He may tell you. have
told him."
But l would rather hear 1t from
you, If it will not be too painful"
Weir, will tell you. think 1t will
be a relief from this awful pain OF
silence. 1 was married-or thought |
was-to a Mr.. Howard Gatesby, whom
met and fell in love with at sight
or thought l did. I trusted him sol
He came for me in an automobile, and
we went down into Indiana-he said