Outpost eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 314 pages of information about Outpost.

Outpost eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 314 pages of information about Outpost.

His face was still hidden, when, like an answer to his petition, came the softest of whispers from the doctor’s lips,—­

“She will live, with God’s help, and the best of care from you.”

“An’ it’s the bist uv care she’ll git, I’ll pass me word for that,” whispered back Teddy’s mother, so earnestly, that the doctor answered,—­

“Hush!  She is falling asleep.  Do not wake her, for her life!”

He sank into a chair as he spoke.  Mrs. Ginniss crept round to the stove, and, crouching beside it, covered her head with her apron, and remained motionless.  As for Teddy, he never stirred or looked up, but with his face hidden upon the bed, repeated again and again those words, to him so solemn and so full of meaning, until in the silence and the waiting he fell asleep, and gradually sank upon the floor.

And so the night went on:  and the careful eyes of the young physician marked how a faint tinge of color crept into the death-white cheek upon the pillow; and how the still lips lost their hard, cold line, and grew human once more, though so pale; and how the eyelids stirred, moving the heavy lashes; and a faint pulse fluttered in the slender throat.

At last, with a long, soft sigh, the lips lightly parted; the eyelids opened slowly, showing for a moment the blue eyes, dim and languid, but no longer wild with delirium; and then they slowly closed, and the breath came softly and regularly from the parted lips.

Dr. Wentworth heaved an answering sigh of mingled weariness and relief, and, rising, went to Mrs. Ginniss’s side, touching her upon the shoulder, and whispering,—­

“She is doing well.  Keep her as quiet as possible.  I will be in at nine.”

Hushing the murmured blessings she would have poured upon his head, the young man stole softly from the room and down the stairs into the street, where already the first gray of dawn struggled with the flaring gas-lights.

CHAPTER XIII.

The cachuca.

Ten days more, and beside the fire in Mrs. Ginniss’s attic-room sat a little figure, propped in the wooden rocking-chair with pillows and comfortables; while upon a small stand close beside her were arranged a few cheap toys, a plate with some pieces of orange upon it, a sprig of geranium in a broken-nosed pitcher of water, and a cup of beef-tea.

But for none of these did the languid little invalid seem to care; and lying back in the chair, her head nestled into the pillow, her parched lips open, and her eyes half closed, she looked so little like the bright and glowing ’Toinette who had danced at her birthday-party not a month before, that it is a question if any one but her own mother would have believed her to be the same.

Mrs. Ginniss, hard at work upon the frills of a fashionable lady’s skirt, paused every few moments to look over her shoulder at the little wasted face with the wistful look of some dumb creature who sees its offspring suffering, and cannot tell how to relieve it.

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