Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 67: what you’re looking at

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THB FEVER ABATED, 65 ‘ Pennon opened the window and door upon the deck, put a wet napkin around her forehead, sent the chambermaid for ice—acting with self-possession, though evidently alarmed. “Tf it should end in, inflammation of the brain!” he mut- tered; “and it will, without great care. The hand of a woman is needed here. This heavy dress must come off im- mediately.” eo He went back to Miss Sloane, who was standing in the cabin- door looking off at the fair, green shores. Ps “ Rosalie,” said he “I depend upon you asa friend. The woman I love is lying dangerously ill in No. 18. She has no female friend on the boat. Do for her what you can, and you may ask any thing of me hereafter—my gratitude will not know | bounds,” “ The woman I love.” The blood rushed into his listener’s face, and then returned as quickly. Had she been the weak and utterly selfish woman which her conduct sometimes in- timated, she would have failed in the moment of trial. “I will do all that I can,” she said, in a tremulous voice, For an instant she pressed her hand on her heart, unseen by» him, and then followed him bravely. With Mrs. Fenelon’s help she soon had the unconscious girl relieved of her extra clothing and comfortably attired in her night-dress; had knotted back the bright, entangled curls from her burning brow, held iced water to the thirsting lips, and performed every little act of gentleness which comes ready to a woman’s heart and hand. All that long night three persons sat up with the sick girl. Miss Sloane would not leave her charge except for a few mo- ments of rest, when the father and Pennon would take her place. Almost every other instant the cloths about her temples were dipped in ice water, and her hands and face continually bathed. Ifshe had been a sister, Rosalie could not have been more devoted. “1 Toward morning the fever was abated, and the sufferer recognized her father. During the night she had called often on his name, and once or twice she had murmured another name, sending a thrill of pain through the heart of her faith- ful watcher. . At daylight the steamer rested from her toils at her dogk in comicbooks.com