Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1909-01-15

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a profession that gave him no time
for vain longings.
you wanted to be tall, Pauline"
the doctor said in voice strange to
his own ears. Where have you been
child? And the cough--how long
have you had that--girlie?" The old
diminutive slipped out. but he did
not notice It, nor did Miss Pauline.
II have a great deal of money, doc
tor" she began with quiet dignity.
They say that it costs one very much
to be--what is it--revertebrated
Hospital bills are large--and doctor
bills and nurse hire. But | am not
poor any more have money now
see this letter! ! can buy what
have always wanted"
She put her hand to her head on
the ugly scar-the heavy ridge at
the side of the skull. often there
was an ache there--a dull throb and
pressure that took away her
thoughts.
81 have money and cannot buy
what have always wanted, little girl
oh, little, lost sweetheart" the
doctor mused Something my ac-
cursed pride and the illness and des-
tiny stole from me. Oh. fever. fe-
ver-"
at is not fever that am speak,
ing of, DOCTOR" Miss Pauline remind
ed him mildly. II am telling you
that | have money to buy the grace
| lack. Read this paper---it is law
yer's letter"
Again the cough cut OF her speech
at her lips; a spot of fire glowed on
her cheek-and her eyes were very
bright.
True" muttered the doctor. wri-
thing at the cough, land not the fe-
yer only"
He got up and walked to the win
dow. but the past and the present fol-
lowed him like restless ghosts. The
bristling spires rose like needles in
a gigantic cushion. The drone Of the
city beating up altered It's key n SEM
itone. The music of things ran mi
nor. And tear cut the burrows OF
his kind old face-a tear. and anoth-
err and another.
AS she is | love her more than |
love my own soul" he whispered
After 90 years-when thought the
thing was dead in me II comes up like
hot blood In the throat. But | find
her like this-like this"
She was stroking her head as he
came back and the movement arrest.
ed his attention--the unconscious,
habitual touching of the head.
The case is not hopeless?" she
asked brightly. Il am not too old
You know about these things?"
And still his eyes followed the
movement OF her hand, sharply, at.
tentively, like the eye OF the micro.
scopist--absorbed. Indifferent to all
save the one thing. In moment he
was at her side and his 1.-THE fingers
touched the scar, the ridge, the little
uneven depression.
II was then that DR.. Marchand
gray and grave, did startling thinl
Ia sob rose in his throat and h,
could not check its outburst.
"Pauline-my poor. little girl, die
they never know? The fools - tn,
fools!"
II am too-old?"
The lines OF decision frightened tc
firm wrinkles about the mans mouth
III you will marry me now. Paul
ine," he said, distinctly, 81 wiz TAX,
you where the air will cure thai
cough of yours--West, dear,-and
will stop at a great hospital-oh, lit
tie girl, oh, little girl, ] myself will
give you back the years you ost. 1
is a chance-a great chance ant
sure!" r...
Miss Pauline had never seen doc
tor act quite as did her physician
His eyer were red and he talked yer,
fast, as II to himself. In words tina
were polysyllabic. and formidable
But she could see that he was glad
And he was taking her to hospita
all just as she herself had planned
II want to grow TALL" she repeat
ed softly. "Yes, ! will go with you.
That night Miss Pauline sat in he
little room, rocking joyously. 81 fee
that am growing taller" she whis
pered to herself 81 am really yer
happy" And she forgot to stand u
beside the casing TO take her meas
urement.-Rem A. Johnson in tn
Bohemian Magazine.