White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1918-10-27


Copyright. 1918, by the Mcclure Newspa'
per ,Syndicatel
Miss Zebiah Seagrave, unmarried
unbeautsfuI and of uncertain age, pull.
cd the canc-bcttom rocker. closer to
the window, and, folding her thin
hands N her lap, heaved a great sigh
"Zebiah," called q weak, complain.
ing voice from the other room. And
Zehian lifted her angular form and
listlessly walked to the bed where lay
a frail, old woman.
"What is IL, mother?" she asked
gently, though her voice had a weary
note in it, "aren't you comfortable?"
at jest seems as If / can't get COM
Portable" was the querulous response.
"If I face the window, the II bothers
me and if I face the door, I don't see
the sun and if I set up, my bones
ache. And the voice dwindled off in
a whining wall.
Zebiah did not answer. She lowered
the shade to cut off the bright glare of
the SUI, STRENGTHENED the pillows, and,
drawing up a chair to the bed, picked
up n book preparatory to. reading.
81 don't want to be read to and you
ought to know it," the old lady mutter-
ed, her brow furrowing in a million
wrinkles, "you don't pay no attention
to me at all, though I don't know as |
ought to be expectin' much more from
a stepchild."
Zebiah seemed restrained from argu-
ing by the invalid's weakness. "Now.
mother" she softly replied, laying the
offending book on the table. "don't
work yourself up. You know Doctor
Mortified said you should not get ex-
cited-your heart won't stand it,"
Mrs. Seagrave waved her shrunken
hands dramatically. ''There you go
mentioning that doctor again to HE.
Amt I told you how l hate him with
his vile tastin' medicines and pills that
stick in my throatg Her voice rose
to a shrill accent. Anyhow, pears to
me he likes to come to see me-every
other day would be enough to take
keer of an old woman, to, say nothing
of twice a day like he's been hangin'
aroun', I suppose it's my money what
he's after as soon as I'm cold-running
up a big bill like that" And the out
burst of temper was followed by a pro-
tracted racking cough. rendering the
body so weak and helpless 1t scarcely
seemed alive. fe
Zebiah petted the scant. ashy-white
hair. 81 am sure Doctor Merrifield does
not want your money, mother" she
soothed. she hasn't taken a penny yet
for all the medicines he has given you.
We all want to see you get WELL"
Her ministrations were interrupted
by the entrance of a quiet, earnest
looking man, whose bald head and
bowlegs seemed strangely at variance.
He smiled ~encouragingly at Zebiah.
"How did she sleep last night, Miss
S~eagraveY he questioned in a low
tone.
II was up all night, doctor, as the
cough gave her no rest. She is not
much better this morning"
AS the doctor turned with profess
sional interest toward the patient who
lay so white and still. Zebiah stole
quietly from the room. 1t was the
mirror in the gilt frame, sole adorn-
ment of the bare walls of this "sitting
room" that claimed her attention. The
close inspection did not please her and
quick tears of .self-pity came to her
eyes. AS she stood off so that the
small mirror might reflect her figure,
the fiat-chested, hipless. colorless re-
Election brought forth audible suffering.
"Yes, I've given her my best years.
even If she isn't my mother. I've stood
her abuse and I've given up friends"
The thoughts seemed too great for
%utterance and Zebiah sank into the
~cane-bottom rocker which creaked
alphabetically, as she buried her head
in her arms, her shoulders shaking
with her sobbing. Doctor Merrifeld en-
tered the room.
"Come, Miss Seagrave," he com
forted, patting her head, "you mustn't
take such things SO to heart. Your
mother has been Ill a very long time
and you know she has been getting
steadily worse"
Zebiah rose and wiped her eyes in q
handkerchief already sadly wet. "Oh,
it's not that"
II know you have been very patient
and good" the doctor continued, and
he added in a hesitating manner y
hope you will be rewarded"
The pent-up gates of suppressed
emotion gave way. "What has my
goodness and patience brought met ]
have become a recluse-even the chill.
dren can point out old maid Zebiah,
our minister questions me what dispo'
sition / will make of her money. and
but yesterday / heard Widow Bliss re.
fer to someone as homely as zebiah.
What reward can atone for all that7'
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