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Logansport, Indiana
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Monday, November 15, 1897
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1 The Km CHAPTER I. N a. third-class compartment of the inquired it the office for the gentlff- man who had telegraphed for a nurse. The manageress, an intelligent, lady- Liverpool express a . nurse, was reading a. telegram, with a puzzled expression. It was addressed to ""Matron, Nurses' Home, Francis •treet, Francis Square, London," and the message was as follows: "Please send experienced nurse at once Edinburgh and S*uth Western Hotel, Dime street, Liverpool. Case tt brain fever." There was no name given, and the nurse sat considering this omission, like woman smiled witti a looK or re- young woman, in ' lief, which was instantly followed by the long cloak and I an expression of anxiety as she ex- flowing veil of a amined tbe face of her interlocutor. "Oh, yes; Mr. Rusk. He is on the third floor. You must go up in the lift; I will send someone with you." But independence being the badge of all her tribe, Nurse Revel answered at once: "Oh, no, thank you; I can find him myself if you will only give me the number of his room. And I'd rather not go up in the lift, thank you." "Very well: it is number 107. Shall I send you up some tea?" "Yes, if you please. I should like a cup of tea very much." "You will find the gentleman very "It will be odd to ask for 'The per- flifflcult to manag e, I'm afraid. They ' •on who has got brain fever,' without >ay knowing whether it's man, woman, or ualucky for hlm tc be child," 8he thought to herself. "How- . rave* most dreadfully. Very ill away __—, — from home like this, was it not?" con- «v«r, I suppose it will be pretty easy tinued the manageress . sr.r.ivs -."'"- SS' ,-t«r°srtr tiis •- It's almost sure to be J» aT Ke W ner taucmg wnen tees w-ve urgently needed, agereus, like most people •he came In contact, was struck on every door. * man, too, BO I shall ask for 't tleman who has telegraphed - e en- e gen for a The man- She had hardly gone half a dozen, steps down the corridor to the left, la the hope that the numbers on the doors would help her to recall the one she had forgotten, when the second door on the right was thrown quickly open, and the face of a frightened chambermaid peeped out. At sigat of the nurse the girl exclaimed "OhT' be- Icw her breath, as if greatly relieved, and, coming a little further out, beckoned to her hastily. Rose Revel came to the door, and, glancing in, saw in the toilet mirror, which was nearly opposite, the reflection of a bed with a man lying in it. Of course she concluded that this was the patient for whom she had been sent. "Mr. Rusk?" she asked. For answer, the chambermaid pulled her into the room. "There, there," she whispered, hurriedly, pointing towards the bed, which was partially hidden by a screen placed between it and the door, "I wouldn't st*y another ten minutes in a. room with him, net If you was to give me a pound a. minute!" "Has he- been raving then?" asked the nurse, surprised. For she heard no sound from the patient us, with one ear given to him and one TO the maid, she quickly took off her vsauet, cloak and gloves, and laid t!*4,-2i on the nearest chair. "Oh, I don't know what he's been do- Ing, but he frightens me. As soon as the gentleman went -out of the room, he went and started up with his eyes glaring, and showed hlg teeth, and went on ever so. Then he hurt himself, I think, for he Just laid back and nur.e.'" i A*ove the middle height and thin, \ her flfura, though, was not without fo«th grace anfl dignity. She was not plain; on th« contrary, however re- froaned, and shut his eyes, till I felt that nervous a€ I could have jumped out of the window." "What gentleman va« that?" her face, and in the Interests of the in- ; "The one that he cam* here with •mild •uch 3 study the owner forbidding countenance. "Weil," she answered, rather sourly, .diantlo yo*u her "fTce'mlghTbe, you for this constant suspicion of her for W* oblittd to admit that it might be » better reason, as it seemed to her, but it waa not the style of , O>»° because she had thick eyebrows, tew - you admired. Great, blazing j was irritating and absurd, he ' eyes with straight thick lashes, Couldn't have been any better nursed . _L \.. „ ? ^ ^n^nrrai ! »t home than he will be under my Amounted by a^pair «* totemul, m; T can undertake tfl say ^.. And she began the ascent of the firm steps. touehy eyebrows gave to the dark-skinned face an expression of bold and defiant wickedness. A low, broad forehead, round .•which the fine black hair, cut short stairs with Rose went up the first flight of steps with her usual quick steps, but with *nd brushed back, formed a soft : her mind in a drowsy, weary, bewil- Jrlnge of escaped tendrils, enhanced dered state, very different from the this effect; so that not even the garb j alert expectancy and interest with •he wore, eloquent of healing, and pa- I which she generally entered upon her tience, vi(- mercy, could counteract ' duties in each fresh case. She seemed, the imprwsion made by her face, which , try as she would, to be unable to concen- liad at o;:-. time threatened to be an trate her mind upon the work she was Insuperable dijficulty in the profession she had chosen. Nor until she had exclusively proved herself the most skillful, the quickest, the neatest, the softest-footed, and the | about to begin; her thoughts were still struggling with her personal troubles, in spite of all her conscientious efforts to divert them. At the head of the the first stairs, just as she reached most urtiring of all the nurses she ' flow - ' however she was suddenly associated with in home and hospital, | Bought back to herself by an incident 'did Rose Revel conquer the prejudice raised against her by her handsome but almost sinister face. two daughters of a clever physician, so slight as to seem scarcely worth noticing. She heard a soft footfall on One of the j tns thickly carpeted stairs above, and ' suddenly remembering that the sight •who had died too young to reap the toeneflt of his skill and experience, of a sick-nurse might cause alarm to the other visitors at the hotel, she stepped into an alcove filled with (Rose, .finding herself without money , " «^« """ »" «"""• ""<=" ^ -™,,,,h to uv* n^rt snnnnrt her vounc P lants on the landing, and sat down enough to live and support her young Bister without working, had taken to nursing by a natural instinct, which xvould have led her, but for the opposition of her friends, to study medicine and set up as a doctor. Natural aptitude and a highly culti- on the seat it contained, to wait until the way should be clear. A long corridor, broken by the landing, stretched to right and left. Almost as soon as Rose had seated herself the person whose footsteps she vated intelligence had done much for her, that now, at five and twenty, she •was accounted the best of the nurses at the home where she had taken up her residence, in preference to living with relations who were not sympathetic to her. Rose Revel was not a happy woman, although she enjoyed excellent health, wag followed the profession of her choice, and was engaged to be married to a man whom she believed she had reason to respect Respect, that was all. Rose felt little of the glow of a warmer had heard came into her view, descending the stairs in a leisurely manner. He was a tall, thin, gentlemanly man, with greyish hair, pointed grey- ish beard, rather aquiline features and intelligent eyes. He had scarcely reached the landing when another gentleman came out from a room in the corridor on the left of Rose. He . young man, even taller •svith a pale, fat, fair light hair, and a long light mustache, with bushy outstanding ends, a smug. self-satisfied expression, and a way of . , , carrying his bead verv far back, and feeling for the young doctor who had ^ eyeg u ^ oa •worried her into promising to marry tant and elevated object. Rose thought to herself him. All the warmth of her heart herg()1£ ^ ^ lw ^ *-as bestowed on her sister, a beauti- ger . co]ored cat . movl as he % id lul girl of some years younger than vith goft> gliding ^^ and breathin g herself, who was now causing her a rather heaTily as lf _ she tnought grief so deep that Rose, in justice to mbout to beeln to He her work, dared not let her thoughts , volum i nous rest upon it. cape cloak, and a low-crowned, soft felt hat. Passing the After reading through for the sixth elderly man with quick, inaudible time a letter from her fiance, with gtepa, he turned, when he was a little vexation rather than with tenderness, below him on the stairs, and Hose leaned back in the corner of the looked inquiringly into his face with carriage, and passed the rest of the la expression ot anxiety and fear peep- journey in dreary reflections, which i a j through his habitual fatuity. The she in vain tried to check by studying ether, who had stopped short on first the "Daily News" with quite desperate catching sight of him, shook his head, determination. She read that there and Rose guessed from the discom- :was trouble in Sergania, a so-called filed expression on the younger man's Independent kingdom between Russia face that the elder had accompanied and Turkey, where the Czar had some this sign of dissent or disapproval by years be-fore concurred in the estab- a frown or a glance of great lighment of a foreign prince as king, displeasure. The younger man This sovereign, however, having prov- ' turned immediately and glided downed an able ruler instead of a puppet, had excited Russian jealousy, and it was rumored that he was about to place his only son under the protection of a foreign minister. stairs with quicker steps than before; the elder, on the contrary, slackened his to the very slowest possible pace ae he followed. When he too had disappeared Rose Revel came out of the When the train reached' Liverpool alcove, went on her way upstairs, and and ran slowly Into Dime Street Station, Rose Revel looked out to see •whether any one was on the platform waiting for her. It was six o'clock, and already dark. No one seemed to notice her. Calling a porter, she had her trunk taken into the hotel, and followed with the brisk, business-like gait affected by the women of her profession. She did not fe«l brisk, however; she was tired out, not so much with physical fatigue as with the vari- cui troubles and anxieties which had of late disturbed her mind. Perhaps It waa on this account that, Jurt as she passed through the doorway into the hotel, she was seized by arrived without further the second floor. incident on CHAPTER H. HE was still thinking of the encoun- 7«B*wday. He didn't seem right-like then, dida't this one. for he was all of a (hake, and looked as glum as glum. And then, thlg «K»rning, juat as he was going away,' he fell downstairs, and that's how It happened. And the other gentleman wouldn't let him go to a hospital, hut just sent off for a nurse. And now I can go, can't I? The gentleman said I could as soon as th« nurse came." "Oh, yes, certainly. Do you know when the doctor is coming again?" "No, I don't. He hasn't been gone above three houre, I don't think." "All right; you can go now." The girl did not wait a moment, but was gone so quickly that Rose Revel had not time to remind her that she should be glad of the promised cup of tea. Then Roee Tvent at once to the bedside of the pctlent. The sick man had one of the most striking faces she had ever seen. He was apparently between sixty and sixty-five years of age, Imd a bag, flowing grey beard and strongly marked features; on the forehead and around the mouth and eyes the tell-tale lines spoke of keen intellect, ger.tle disposition, noble endeavor. This the nurse could read in spite of the fact that the whole face was contracted by an expression of agony so deep, so terrible that in all her experience of suffering she had never met with a case which at once called out her sympathy so strangely. It struck her at once, however, that the pain so vividly show'n on her patient's- face was mental rather than physical, and then again it seemed to her that he looked strangely calm and Quiet fo<- a person suffering from brain fever. His eyes were closed, and he lay so absolutely motionless that he looked like a statue of suffering; the thin, delicate left hand clutching the bed clothes in a grip like a vise, while a magnificent signet ring he wore shone red, like blood, against the deadly whiteness ot his skin. Rose Revel laid her hand lightly upon hip forehead. It was perfectly cool. In her surprise she hardly noticed that he shuddered at her touch. But he did not open his eyo-s She stepped back, debating whether she should ring the bell, and make inquiries. There was a mistake somewhere; whatever this gentleman might be suffering from, at any rate it was 7iot brain fever. Her eyes traveled down from his face until they rested on the spot at the other end of the bed where his feet lay. "You have hurt your right foot, have you not?" she asked, noticing with quick professional glance that it was bandaged and otherwise supported. The old man opened his eyes, and an expression ot contempt and disgust came into his face as he looked at her. After examining her countenance for a few moments he answered in a firm voice, very slowly, with a slight foreign accent: "You will obtain your information— and your instructions—from your employer, when he comes in," "My employer!" echoed Rose. "Are not you my employer?" "Oh no!" he continued in a tone of grave, cold saraastn; "I am only your victim." "Not quite «o bad as that," said the nurse in a coaxing tone. Some great grief, from which he was evidently suffering, had unhinged his wttk left, deft hands: -or rmthw, thafi jutt where it would be If you wer« dangerously 111. "JU It is, I As it is—" am dangerously 11L Again I say — Ask your employer." "Well, this employer of mine, whoever he may be, can only say that you have — a sprained ankle, is it?" "That is what they call it, I be- lleTe." "And that if you so persistently take this gloomy view of things, It will be weeks before you get well." "I shall never get well," said he in a solemn tone. *0h, yes, you will. No man ever died of a sprained ankle." "But have you never heard of one dying of a broken heart?" "A woman, perhaps, a weak, hysterical woman. Not a brave, good man." "How do you know that I am brave and good?" "You know what I am, a sick-nurse; for many hours each day and night, when I am on duty, I have nothing to do but to watch, watch, and study every look, every movement ot my patient I find that in these times of sickness it is much easier to read a man's character by his face than when he is enjoying his usual health. He is no longer moved by the small cares and worries, and duties and pleasures of everyday life, so that the broad lines in which his character lies are easy to trace in the furrows of his face. I even choose to fancy that, in the case of a man over 60, I can read not only his character, but the principal facts of his biography." _ . ' ~ CHAPTER III. 0 her great tatts- faction she p«r- c«ived that he was so much interested in her words a« to have lost already part of th« appalling gloom which had shocked ber. "Do you mean to toll m«, then, tbat you can read n>y history in my face?" Thou, -with a rapid change of expression to cootempt: "Of c~">rse. I fo*got. You. •were told all about me before you came." "I will tell you what I b*ard and you shall jurte:f Ho™ irvrt. it bM helped me. This ia'the te'eeram I received." She crossed the room to the chair on which she >ad placed her things, opened her ^P?, took out tbe telegram, and gave it to her patient. He read it through two or three times with some bewilderment. "Brain fever," he muttered IT himself. "You conie from a nurses' home. then?' he a~,ked, raising his eyes to examLae her face narrowly. "Yet: it is a very well-known one, indeed." "-A.ee! you don't know wbo sent this "No." "Did nc-bf'ly meet you on the platform downstairs?" He was growing excited as he put these questi, r,s sued received her simple and straightforward answer. "No one. Of course I expected to be met, fc'it there was no one there." "Whu sent you up here, then?" "The manageress. At least I suppose it was the manageress. She wae in the office on the ground floor." There was a pause. He was evidently convulsed with doubts, which were weakened every now and then by a trnc*i«nt hojx;. but returned with full force as the hope died airay. At last he asked slowly, in a manner which suggested to Rose that he was struggling to hide th« deep interest he felt in her answers, and in h«r manner of them: "Do yo'i find in me the symptom* of brain fsper?" "N«." "How do you account for that?" "I don't account for it; I wak for things to explain themselves," 'In the meantime you study my facer "Certainly," answered Rose, smiling. "I can't help It. The study of my patient* is no longer deliberate with me, it is instinctive." "And what hare you discovered?" "I haven't had time yet to disorver much, have I?" He raised his hand witfc a peremptory gesture. 'You seem so far to have been straightforward. Continue 8»." Roee smiled again. "I have discovered tiat 700 are accustomed to be obeyed." '"If I had not be«n told yonr name I should have said you were a nmn of rank." He looked at ber more latently than ever. "You were told my name, then?" "Yes." Again he paused and examined her face for nearly a minute in the s*m« eagerly scrutinizing fa«hlcm aa b*fare. Before eithor spoke again ti«ra T<ras | a soft knock at the door. In an Iwtant Jie face of the sick man underwent a | great change. All the eagerness, all light went out of It, and the Mack cloud -which had seemed to enshroud ft* ytttmt ta*Me t&« room, U a dignified and decisive ton*. •Tfnrse, come here." Wrth a haaty apology to the manageress, Hose Revel returned to the sid« ot th* sick-bed. Her patient was much •gltatoa. and he pointed to the wardrobe with a shaking finger as he handed her a key which he drew from uad«r hi« pHlow. "Open It," he said. "In the pockets you will find money. Takft It, Ukt a great deal. Go down, pay this woman to go back and to be silent Then return quickly to me. I thank God for your mistake." He sank back wito a light in his face, while Rose silently proceeded to obey bam. [TO BE COXTD.TED.] OLD PAPERS AND LETTERS. A Coll«ction of Great Interest In the Po»- sessjou of 31 n. >1. J. BABY'S SKIN • In ill the worid there it no ether tresinxenr to pure, so sweet, so sc\te, so speedy, for preserving, purifying, and beautifying tboskln, tcalp, aud hair, and eradicating every humor, as warm liaUn with CCTKTRX SOAP. and gentle anointings with CcriccEi 1,01111* tnentj, the great skin core. !• W>M thrfMlrhout th* -w-nrid. ToTTri a A C«KM. C<'Kr.. So!« Prop*.. Hfwtnn. " All About the Skin, Sc«Ip, and lltT." f.«. ETEEY HUMOR F v Mrs. Matilda Joslyu Gage is the possessor of an interesting collection of old papers and letters which she is now engaged in arranging fnr reference and safe keeping. Of especial value are her files of old newspapers, going back to the days when her public services began. Among these may be found the New York Semiweekly Tribune for the full time of tbe civil war aud through reconstruction days and files of Woodhull and Clatlin's Weekly. Particular interest attaches to a bundle- of The New Century, published during the exposition of 18?(i in Philadelphia by the woman's centennial committee, because of the association with it of Mrs. Gillespie, a granddaughter of Benjamin Franklin. There are several complete copies of Tbe National Citizen and Ballot Box, a publication started in 18? B at Toledo nnder the auspices of that city's Woman Suffrage association. Then there Mind, she thought. She had a very [ him oa her first entrance began to set- deep-toned voice which she could ren- j tie down again rapidly upon his face, der particularly persuasive and sweet. terror the two men, j and .^ use d it now with all the art she was mistress of. "I don't know where you can have picked up such a bad opinion of us each of whom fca<3 certain points In his appearance to make him easy to recognize and remember. So that at the top of the second flight of stairs She paused, not falte certain hov far she had come; and fit of nervous depression so violent, • then she found, to her annoyance, that •• unusual, that she stopped short, \ ihe had forgotten the number of the jwradertuf whether she was going to ; rick man's room. She warn not going ft4 111. lUgtlniiiK h«r self-poroeaalon ' ioWb to the office to a*k tot it acate. M tfc« fMTtor lorind at h«r InqulrUt- UUt vac T«T owtala; »ht wMM ted ftaihj ,WlOi»4 on ;*rith. aa effort, and It WC _ _ . _ ; poor nurses, out I must try hard, for the sake of my order, to make you alter it." H« listened without looking at her, an* seemed impressed by her voice. When, after a short pause, he again. It waa in the satt« dry, bitter tone as fcefer*. 1 shall gir» TM rery little trafefe, Madua. I haf» n* -»Uk t» Ore." "DM tkafs Jurt irtan the trouM* J»/ Ml4 R«M. noothUt the Rose went to the door. The manageress was standing there -with a troubled face. "Oh," she said, "yon hare pat me In such a difficulty! Yon Rare come to the wrong room. Yon were sent for for Mr. Rusk, and as you didn't arrive they've bad to send out for one In. the town. And now a woman has come •who says she was sent for by Mr. 3fl- chester for this gentleman. I.don't llie tie laek of her at an," continued the naaageresa -with emphuta. "But I mtf- ! y«M *h« Mint <xna« up B<HT «h«'« here. I 4*4 about yvu I rwUr deo't kiow -what M «•." 1 the r»i«e «t MATILDA JOSLYN GAGE. are packages of Italian, French and En lish papers and pamphlets, all bearing on the question of woman suffrage arid helping to make au aggregation of reference docnmunts wonderful to contemplate and cumbrous to handle. Another suffrage treasure is a centennial autograph book, containing the names of those allied with the movement at its beginning. Among the relics of her mother's family (the Leslies of Scotland) Mrs. Gage cherishes an old piano, made before pianos were manufactured in America. One of the Astors settled in London and manufactured these instruments, and ou the plate on the front is inscribed "G-. Aster, No. 79 Cornhill, London, New Patent." Mrs. Gage 45 years ago made her first public speech for woman's rights in a convention held in Syracuse, in the old city hall. She was one of the pioneers in this movement aud worked long and persistently against obstacles, disappointments and odicm to, as she declared, "break the way for the women of today.'' Her books on woman's rights are"Woman, Church and State," "Woman as Inventor, " "Who Planned the Tennessee Campaign?" and "Woman'i Bights Catechism."—New York Tribune. . Tenny*on'» Religion. It was fortunate, says Mr. Mabie in The Atlantic, tbat Tennyson's biography •was not prepared by a biographer who was anxious to minimize the religions element in his life. On the contrary, it is thrown into the boldest relief, and the reader is let into those profound convictions which gave the laureate's poetry such depth and spiritual splendor. The whole subject is dealt with, in connection with "In Memoriam," with the most satisfying fullness. "In this vale of time the hills of time often shutout the mountains of eternity," Tennyson once said. The nobility of bis verse had its springs in those mountains, and they inclosed and glorified the landscape of life as be looked over it. He refused to formulate his faith, but ho has given it an expression which is at once definite and poetic, illuminating and enduring. "I hardly dare name his name," he writes, "but take away belief in the self conscious personality of God, and yon take away the backbone of the world." And again, "On God and godlike men we bnild our trust.'' A week before his death, his son tells us, he talked long of the personality and love of God—"that God whose eyes consider the poor," "Whocatereth even for the sparrow." "For myself," he said on another occasion, "the world is the shadow of God." In his case, as in Wordsworth's and Browning's, poetry issued out of the deepest springs of being, and he made it great by commie- ting to it the expression of the highest trnth. To a yonng roan going to a university he said, "The love of God is the true basis cf duty, truth, reverence, loyalty, love, virtue and work," and he added characteristically, " but don't be a prig.'' Through his verse, as through his life, there ran this deep current of faith, out tbe expression of it was free from the. j taint and distortion of dogmatic or eo-_ elesiastical £hra{g. CELERY^, SARSAPARILLA COMPOUND. The Best Nerve Tonic Known. The Greatest Blood Purifier ......, On Earth. It Restore* Strength. 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