Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1919-09-06
D0LLIE'S CURE
BY MILDRED WHITE.


no bonds 50 strong rs the weakness
with which an Invalid holds her sub
irct
Douglas has tried one nurse after
another; capable. charming women,
too, but not one could bring his moth
or 10 any degree of hclpfuIupSS to her
self. Mrs. Cameron relies upon 9th
crS for her slightest need, and all are In
terror Of her hyStcrical OulhurStS. Not
that Celia Cameron is noisy In her at
tachS, but her silent and prolonged
weeping wears more think upon ones
nerves. Her husband spoiled her by
his unrcaSoning devotion, and Douglas
was forced To continue the slavery.
Pardon me, my dear. much as love
Celia Cameron, slavery is the word
which expresses her cXaCtions. And
when il became evident that Douglas
was paying attention 10 yourself my
conscience chidcd me for being the
means of bringing You together. II is
honest Of him to ask YOU 10 spend q
few weeks at his home I'm his mothers
fretful society before urging you to be-
come engaged to him. He certainly
wants YOU to know what you are about,
and from what IIuldah White told me
OF her experience as nurse there I
can foreSee that your visit will be de-
cidedly short. You have neither HUI.
dah'S patience nor endurance. You've
always been humored yourself, Dolle
When | try 10 fancy Douglas mother
and You In the same house-the thing
is impossible"
Dollle clasped her arms about her
curly head and into the china-blue
eyes which had caused her family to
heStow upon her the name Of Dolly
came an inscrutible light.
yet, am going to marry Douglas"
she said, "and I'm going to make that
visit"
Douglas himself looked arprehensive
as he met his sweetheart Mt the
suburban station and drove her out to
his fine old home.
Mother" he gently announced.
"Dollle will visit with you in the gar
den; she will not be In the least Of
Tended when you are tired of talking II
you send her away"
Dollie agreed with a doubtful smile
as the son departed.
81 get tired Of talking myself" she !
told the invalid sadly, ut rufIles my
nerves"
Nerves.! cried the other, and she
leaned eagerly forward.
MY doctor fOrbds the subject. and
the nurses were like sticks when | |
veDtured a thought. II will be COM
forting at least TO talk to one who SYM
pathetically understands. Douglas
never told me that you also suffer from
nerves. Now, do you have .wakeful |
nights, and crying turns, and---"
4 dftsnc cry" ,adp,sttsd Is0l,s.. "a 4 ! !
things don't go my way And--I Just
can't fuss doing every little thing for
myself, especially when I've a head.
ache"
The chlna-blue eyes grew pathetic.
~ have headache now" said Dollie, |
Would you mind handing me that pill
lowT
The invalid hesltated a moment
Hghast.
Douglas brings the reclining chair
out for me to rest on" she sug-
gested.
Jumping into It, DOllle closed her
eyes.
ITS greatw she said cheerfully;
nov II you'd just arrange my Pill.
low" Presently the invalid found
herself slipping It under Dollie's quiet
head. The girls soft hair touched the
older woman'S fingers, and with an un.
known impulse the slim hand moved
Caressingly through its waves.
as your head so very badT she
asked.
Opening her distressed eyes, Dol.
lie answered with a question:
You think that you could read o
little to me-from your bookl A read.
ing sound soothes, I think, don't your"
Il never read aloud" the invalid re,
sponded fearfully. have TO be--read
to-"
"Oh. dear" m0aned the girl, tears
seeming dangerously near her culver.
ing lids.
"1f you cry" Mrs. Cameron said
querulously, - shall leave you. II
would quite unsettle me-"
"What." asked DOllIe suddenly in.
terested "do you do when you feel
like crylng?"
"Some one usually tries to distract
me-" the invalid replied.
"But how?" DOllie persisted.
Miss White used to tell me stories.h
she said at last.
Dollie reclIned again with a relieved
sigh
Suppose" she suggested. that got /
tell me story now about Douglas
when he was p little hoy. How he
first started off 10 school. and-sOmt
Of his naughtiness, too. love Doug
las-more than any one In the world
You love him; we could enjoy tn,
stories together. Please"
Light Of Renaissance shOne In the
tired eyes, smile for years
Of happy memory curved her restrain !
ed lips. !
"There wns the time" she BEGAN .
and then she told her story.
As his mother moved houseward
Dolle's blue eyes opened to twinkle
Al Douglas perpexity.
"All she wanted was some o1e Il
nlan and think for You were too biz '
and independent. Douglas"
She sprang lightly on, OF her chair :