Grand Forks daily herald and the evening times., 1914-07-30

the couch where she was lying. That
you. dear?" she murnured.
"oh, Aunt Juliana! The doctor
has been here. You are ILL.," cried
Jean. She ran to the couch and bent
over to look. us it your hearth"
blesome enough. guess it's old age.
And then the heat"
"Oh. the HEATH Jean said. And
she remembered that the weather re-
port had warned the city to prepare
for hot wave. I'll be out Of it," she
thought But here was Aunt Juliana,
who would not be out Of it.
The doctor is coming again." Aunt
Juliana said, and she closed her eyes
as II to keep in tears. I'm so sorry,
dear"
$50 am 1-for you" Jean whisper
ed as she kissed her.
It was close in the. fiat. Jean did
what she could to air and cool 1t and
then she set about getting supper. The
doctor came soon, and when he was
going away Jean followed him out in
to the hall and shut the door.
''Well?" she said.
Shes an old woman ana her vitali-
ty is low" he said. 'You understand,
Of course. that the city is no place
for her in such hot weather. Haven't
you any friends in the country whom
she could visit for few weeks?"
Jean shook her head. We've al
ways lived in the city, but can send
can go tomorrow II she's strong
enough
The elderly doctor looked at her
keenly. Perhaps he understood how
much this girl was sacrificing under
that quiet manner Of hers. "Send
her." he said merely.
Aunt Juliana protested, Of course,
but what does sick persons protest
amount to when you know that what
you are doing is for her good? Jean
more than knew she was obeyinE the
Doctors orders.
So it was Aunt Juliana who went
to Eden Hill next day with a suitcase
In which was packed all her best
things and those Of Jeans which were
mt FOR an old woman to wear. III I
wasn't SO sick suppose shouldn't be
SO selfish" she said feebly.
Jean laughed. Aunt Juliana, I'm
only thanking God that 1t has ali hap
pened so that you can go when YOU
50 much need to-" she replied.
After seeing Aunt Juliana of she
cation as best she might. She began
1t with a good, hard cry into which
many elements entered-pity for
Aunt Juliana and disappointment for
herself and sorrow for the beautiful
dream that was shattered like a bub.
BILE. For she would not be at Eden
Hill, and some other girl would be
there, and Mark Culver-oh, MARI
Culver!
Those two weeks were the longest
Jean had ever passed. She tried to
be brave; she tried to rest: she tried
to pretend. Every two or three days
Aunt Juliana wrote on postcard that
she was getting strong and we'll. Thai
was all she ever did write. Education
had not been granted Aunt Jultaiia in
her youth.
The last day Of Jsan's vacation. the
day on which she expected Aunt Ju-
mana to arrive. she put everything ia
exqu1site order and got up a dainty
Of her cake baking the door openes
and there was Aunt Juliana,-and
Mark Culver! He had come 81, tha
way home with her. -,
Aunt Juliana was radiant. She had
nad the time Of her life. Mark had
been devoted to her. He had eiyen
her candy and flowers and books.
And he talked about you every min
ute." she confided to Jean later. II
could sec he was awful cast down be-
cause you weren't there. We Got ac-
9uainted the first day. ana he was
NIKE son to me-or a nephew. He
couldn't have fallen more in love with
You IL you'd been right there
showed him your letters and told him
all about you. ana he said that 4 siri
thatd do what you've done must be
Just the kind Of girl he was iookin +
Tor. Looks to me. Jean, as II Il was
all settled but popping the question:
And it. was.