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Show 66 UNCLE 'fOM'S C.ADIN : OR, "Eva-Eva!- why, child, the dew is £1lling; you mustn't be out there!'' Eva and Tom hastened in. Miss Ophelia was old, and skilled in the tactics of nursing. She was from New England, and knew well the first guileful footsteps of that soft, insidious disease, which sweeps away so many of the fairest and loveliest, and, before one fibre of life seems broken, seals them irrevocably for death. She bad noted the slight, dry cough, the daily brightening cheek ; nor could the lustre of the eye, and the airy buoyancy born of fever, deceive her. She tried to communicate her fears to St. Clare; but he threw back her suggestions with a restless petulance, unlike his usual careless good-humor. "Don't be croaking, Cousin,- I hate it!'' he would say; "don't you see that the child is only growing. Children always Joso strength when they grow fast." " But she has that cough ! " "0 ! nonsense of that cough!- it is not anything. She has taken a little cold, perhaps." "Y\'c1l, that was just the way Eliza Jane was taken, and Ellen aml Maria Sanders." " 0 ! stop these hobgoblin' nurse legends. You old hands got so wise, that a child cannot cough, or sneeze, but you sec desperation and ruin at hand. Only take care of the child, keep her from the night air, and don't let her play too hard, aml she 'II do well enough." So St. Clare said ; but he grew nervous and restless. He watched Eva feverishly day by day, as might be told by the frequency with which he repeated over that " the child was quite well"-that there wasn't anything in that cough,- it was only some little stomach affection, such as children often • • LIFE AMONG 'l'llE LOWLY. 67 had. But he kept by her more than before, took her oftener to ride with him, brought home every few days some receipt or strengthening mixture, - " not," he said, 11 that the child needed it, but then it would not do her any harm." If it must be told, tho thing that struck a deeper pang to his heart tban anything else was tho daily increasing maturity of the child's mind and feelings. While still retaining all a child's fanciful graces, yet she often dropped, unconsciously, words of such a roach of thought, and strange unworldly wisdom, that they seemed to he an inspiration. At such times, St. Clare would feel a sudden thrill, and clasp her in his arms, as if that fond clasp could save her ; and his heart rose up with wild determination to keep her, never to let her go. The child's whole heart and soul seemed absorbed in works oflove and kindness. Impulsively generous she had always been; but there was a touching and womanly thoughtfulness aheut her now, that every one noticed. She still loved to play with Topsy, and tho various colored children; but she now seemed rather a spectator than an actor of their plays, and she would sit for half an hour at a time, laughing at tho odd tricks of Topsy,- and then a shadow would seem to pass across her face, her eyes grew misty, and her thoughts were afar. " ~ia.mma., " she said, suddenly, to her mother, one day, "why don't we teach our servants to read? " " YVhat a question, child ! People never do." "'\Vhy don't they?" said Eva. " Because it is no use for them to read. It don't help them to work any bettor, and they are not made for anything else." |