Year: 1876

Turpin," she had whispered


70 be Of service to YOU, oad beg yod
will call me whenever my presence is de
sirablc."


Mss Tnrpin faltcred out her thanks.
4 Turning bldsh chased the palIor out Of
her face, os warmly hc pressed her trem-
bling Band in his and hade her good.
by.


Poor little devil - he said, as he
strobe away to the lccturc.room. It's
bad enough for a great strong OK like
myself to battle with this grim old grind
stone of world but for miserable
little waf like that-phew, it's mons
trous ~


lie thought of her pitying'y till he
crossed the threshold Of the college, then
gave himself up TO the subject in hand,
which so engrosscd his mind that he
forthwith forgot the existence of little
Miss Turpin. But she, upon her part,
rcpeated over and over the words of
Young DR.. Blake, blushing again when
she became conscious of the fact that
she really had the tcncrity to dwell
upon this genial but commonplace cour-
tesy.


Miss Turpiu's work was delicate and
artistic, but not soul-absorbing, like the
doctors. She could tint her photo.
qraphs all the better for this little cpl
sode in her life The vines and tcndrlIs
took tender shapes under dcft little fin
gers; shy, sweet mclan choIy helped to
make the shadows at least more and
more perfect under the rose.buds grew
the thorns; but there seemed 20 Turk
even in their cruelty subtle, mysterious
harm. 1t was enough for Miss Turpin
to dream. The physical and practical
reality of the doctors neaFness, perhaps
had its weight, but not consciously so,
to the little women. She never yentured
to get up cough or cramp for the sake
of stamping more clearly his shape into
these vague but extmvagant fents OF
fancy. In truth, so timid and afraid was
she of a pulsation OF practical JOY, she
actually stunned and shrank from its ap-
proach.


But more and more imposing, grander
and grander, grew this one figure OF her
fancy, around which reyolved the satel-
ltes of health and wealth, popularity
and fame-all that could render life
/ sweet or Closirablc.


Perhaps it is detrimental to my hero
inc to say that she would have been
quite content to have lived upon the
fruit of her own fancy for the remainder
of her natural life. Had circumstances
compelled her to change her abode, and
had she thus lost sight Of DR.. Blake, the
dreams would have gone along just the
same, the fact of his dying in q neigh
boring hospital of weakness and want,
and the quencling Of all her material IN
n pauper's grave, not interfering in the
least with Miss Turpins airy fabric. It
would have been impossible to convince
Miss Turpin that he could reach so dire
an extremity, had not the knowledge
been forced in upon her in way that
she could not refuse.


She absolutely heard the gruff voice
of Mr.. Shadrach upon the morning in
question, and the low, musical, but bit
terly mocking words OF the doctor in re-
ply.


She sat down upon the rug, and clasp
ed both her hands. lie was going away
then? Until that moment she had moi
realized the extent of such disaster
She could have borne, perhaps, to have
been compelled to 60 away herself be
cause the inevitable tor her had become
long since, a matter Of course but tt
have the iron hand OF inexorable neces
sity grasp this young man was terrible
He of the flashing eyes, the lordly mien
the exultant step-for thus had littl'
Miss Turpin been want to classify th'
somewhat alluring personal attractions
of young Blake-he to become the pre-.
of adverse destiny!
Miss Turpin's breakfast, that morning
was a failure. BY dint of long practice
and an exceedingly gracious gift il