Beadle's Dime Novels No. 35: East and West — page 31: what you’re looking at

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A NIGHT IN THE MILL. $1 this time,” said Mrs. Gleason, preparing sundry herb-teas, baths and draughts, with the expertness of custom. “Her head is very hot,’ Mrs. Willard remarked, anx- iously. “Yes; but it'll be cooler in an hour or two. She’s allus so flighty when she’s first took sick. How’s the young man, now ?” “T think his countenance looks better, and no doubt he will be rational before morning. I don’t think you need fear trusting him to our care to-night, Constance. I want you to get rested, if you can in such a comfortless place as we can offer you. If the noise of the water will not disturb you, this is the best place for you to sleep; because, once asleep, the motions of Mrs. Gleason will not be noticed above the roar of the dam.” “Do what you think best with me, auntie. And truth to tell, I do begin to feel very tired. But I should like to know if any change takes place in Mr. Harris’ condition before morning.” “Very well. And now do you, and Mrs. Gleason, and Frank, go and get some supper, while I watch Minnie a While.” Fyank declined, on the plea of promising Olive to be at home for supper; and Mrs. Gleason wouldn’t leave her patient on any account just at that time; but would have some coffee sent over to her after she had got all the draughts, and teas, and baths into operation. Constance had not much relish for the supper. How Weary, sad and troubled she began to feel, with the silent night shutting round the little cabin, with that deathly-pale face lying there on the pillow stained with blood, and no _ familiar friend to turn to in her dejection. A world of op- pressive thoughts crowded upon her brain, and made her more Weary every moment, so that when her aunt proposed again to arrange her bed for her she made no further objections. Her brain whirled with exhaustion as she laid her head up- on the pillows in a little curtained nook of the mill-room, and heard the monotonous, heavy fall of the water over the dam, ever beginning, and never stopping as it seemed to her; until presently she could not tell whether it was the beating in ~~ . . com/clbooks.com =