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?mtfiisraJmiuimmmmitfMMmimHiMnim mmtmu mmtmu a tmmmm WILLAMETTE FARMER: SALEM, OREGON, APRIL 8, 1887 MISS BROWN. By the Author of "Society's VcrAtt "My Marriage," d-c. "Well, mamma. I realty think tlmt you ought to mako somo overtures to grandpapa In IlowIy'B Interest you should." "It would bo of no uso, Alleen." "Nonsonso, mamma; of courso It would bo of uaot I am suro grandpapa would holp us if ho saw what very nico young pooplo wo arol" with a laugh. Hut Mrs. IJortrand shnkea hor head. "YouMon't know your grandpapa as I do, dear; ho never forgavo mo for marrying your ratlicr, aim lio novor forgavo your poor fathor olthor, Ills own eldest son, and ho would not como to him when ho was dying." "All tho same," maintains Allocn stoutly, "people sometlmos aro very lenient towards their children's child ren." "You don't know tho Bcrtrandn." "Don't IV Why, I urn a Uertrund mysolfl Now, mammn, as I am dctor mlnod that that precious old grandpa pa of ours shall bo brought to ills sou scs. lot us have a plain statement of facts. Pupa marrlod you in spite of all opposition, ins lamer cut mm on witn out, I boliovo, oven tho shilling; and, when wo wero babies, poor papa died, and that horrid old grandpapa never oven camo to sco him. I think you said that tho Court was not entailed, und grandpapa could loavo It to whom ho Ilkod; and you boliovo don't youV that it all goes to his sister's son, Dick l'onsonby, who lives with him, while, in point of fact, Itowly, papa's only son, is tho holr. Now, mamma, no lawyer could huvo stated tho facts bet ter or more clearly." Jtut Mrs. Uertrund only looks sadly at hor daughter's bright face and spark ling dark eyes. Alleen is a striking likeness of herself; but tho mother Has novor possessed tho daughter's witch ery of manner. Her beauty is only mero prottiiicss bosldo Aileeu's charm of face and manner; and quaint and pretty the girl looks In her simple I10.1- Jiltal-nurso costumo. For long Mrs. Sertram, with tho prido and poverty that usually go hand in hand, fought against Aileeu's determination to do something for herself; but Alleen was firm, und, after serving for threo years at ono df tho groat hospitals, bIio had como homo'for a short timu us u quail fled trained nurse. Rowland Jlortrand, with tho llor traud blood In his volus, is as huiid somo and Jillo us any JJurtrand that over breathed. Sorely he rebels against 1110 uruugery or ouice-worK; ami no loathes tho clorkship that his mother with lnllnlto pains had procured for him. Ho stands now, his haudsomo boyish faco Hushed with excitement, looking at Alleon. "Of courso, mother, tho Court ought tq bo minor ho says proudly. "My grandfather has no right to will away an acre of tho property. 1 am tho holr, tho right und lawful heir." With un disguised contempt, ho glances round tho lodgiug-houso drawing-room whoro they live. "Such a hole!" ho mutters, then adds, "I say. mother, why dou't you mako It up with the old fellow?" Mrs. llortruud's thin fuco Hushes. "I could not do that, my boy, not oven for you. I can novor forget all Mr. JJortnuul mado your fathor stiller, nor nuw uu ict mm uio in poverty. "I think it is false prldo says Itow ly. whoso life of knocking about lias rubbed olf somo of tho prejudices of his race, -wiiai norm nau you over uone, you poor littlo mouse of a mothor, that grandpapa was bo hard on you?" "I was botieath tho llortniuds in birth, dear you know I was only tho schoolmaster's daughter. I ought never to huvo murriud your father I seo that now; but wo wore young and foolish, and wo thought our love would make up for everything." Tho sad faco grows troubled. Alleon kisses hor mother, saying "And so it did too, I urn sure, mam ma." Mrs. Hortrand smiles wistfully; per haps she Is thinking of thoso dead-ami-gouo days when hor young posslouuto sweetheart came to woo. "I havo a suddon order to go to tho country, to nurse an old gentleman with gout; I am to go afbnco." It Ih a week later when Ailcen hur ries In with this Intelligence. "I will write ami send the address," Alleon answers somewhat ovaslvely. "And now I must sea that you havo everything in the house you want, for 1 may bo away some time; it is rather a serious case." "Oli, don't mind mo. dearl How flushed you look, Aileoul" "Do I, mamma?" Alleon puta hor hands to hor hot cheeks una laughs. "I hurried homo. I must run and put my things together now." Meeting itowly, she drags him un ceremoniously Into unothor room, and whispers in u tonu of wild excito- IlH'lltr "Oh, Itowly, such luekl Hut I daren't tell mumma. 1 am sent for to uurso grandpapa, who Is suffering from an attack of gout." "You don't say sol" "Yes, but I do; and I am 'Miss Brown,' remember, and grandpapa will never know. Oh. isn't it glorious? Won't 1 mako love to him, and work on tho pride of tho 'Hortramls; and won't I Hiiub that mean follow Dick l'onsonbyr "lly Jove, It Is a queer turn upl Fan cy you nursing Mini 'Miss Drown' I mustn't forget that. What a good job If he sees tho error of his ways! Hur rah I A heady I boo myself master of tho Comt!" The Court lies In deep shadow this November afternoon, all its turrets and gables standing darkly against tho wintry sky, and the heavy sombre yews that for centuries bad boon clipped und trimmed and pruned stand black and grim us sentinels IkmMo tho old house. Up tho drive, under ,tho baro elms, conies a horseman lelsuroly, Dick lWsonby has had u good day's hunting, and his horse Is taking Ids own timo homo. Arrived ut tho door, tho young man swings himself out of tho saddle, gives tho horse to a ser ant, und then pusses into the lighted hall. "Is tho master any bettor, Hartnell?' "So, sir," replies un Individual who has aiiproaohed noiselessly. He is old Mr, Dortruud's own man, and Dick l'onsonby, tho heir, for some unknown reason, dislikes him cordially. "Tho carriage has gone for tho uurso. sin sho copies this evening." the man adds. -i KI10 throueh know;" and Dick I'ontouby passes null the hall tuid uo the aulrc.rr'lh u.i iiguk inning onns orosa snouiacrs and fair hoad. A flno specimen of manhood he looks in his red liuiitlng-coat. "Well, grandfather, how do you And yourself this evening?" he asks, burst ing into Mr. Dertrand's room, utterly unconscious that bis boisterous behav ior is an insult to tho crotchety, gouty old gentleman who is extended on a couch with ono leg swathed llko" a mummy. "Coiuound you, Dick, bursting in like that! How could I bo any better, with that fool Hartnell knowing no more than a baby?" the old man ex claims, twisting and turning about till ono of his pillows falls on tho floor. "I'll pick It up," Dick says cheerily, and pushes the .pillow with oxtremo awkwurduess under Ills grandfather's head, the rapid movement eliciting a shout from tho patient and un indig nant request to be loft nlono. "And that ass of a nurso has never turned upl Tho carriago gone to two trains the horses chilled to death walking up and down I Somo old fool of a woman, I supposo, who has lost hor way! Confound It all, what did Gordon order mo a nurse for?" "Miss Drown, your nurso, sir!" lntor poses llartucll's smooth volco; and. bo- lore Mr. Dortraud can well grunt out, "Oh, she has como, has sho?" Alleon appears, a radiant vision of youth and loveliness, In the room. "Tbcro must bo a mlstakol" stam mors tho old mau; whllo Dick stores in astonishment. "Thero Is no mistake, Mr. Bortrand," Alleen says, with a Blight quiver of tho voice; for, now that sho stands face to face with hor grandfather, herhoart fails her. "I am tho nurso. I received my orders and camo at ouco;" and, without any fuss, sho qulotly picks up the pillow that has fallen to tho floor, and swiftly and gently sottlos it in its placo. The old gontloman lies back content odly. "Gad. it's tho first tlmo I havo boon comfortable to-day! Dut, my doar, you aro too young and too prolty to bo a nurse." "Thoso aro faults that tlmo will mond, sir," Alleon answers, smiling: and sho urranges n littlo tablo and brings forward a shadod lamp so that tho light falls pleasantly. "I havo brought tho ovonlng papers, sir, if you caro to havo thorn." "Good glrll It Is weary work, lying horo all day, and Dick, my grandson, only laughs at mo." "Indeed I don'tl" intorposcs Dick. "You will And my grandfather n vory difficult patient to manage, Miss Drown." "I am ncoustomod to mauago dlfllcult patients," Alleon responds, with u by uo means inouuiy gianco. "So lid Is tno heirl" thinks Alleon, who in splto of all hor bravo manner, is fooling horribly, miserably nervous, dreading dlscovory over moment. "Sho must como down to dinnor any wayl" thinks Dick, who Is qulto look ing forward to a pleasant evening. Dut ho Is doomed to disappointment. Tho butlor informs him that Miss Drown is having tea and cutlet in hor own room, and Is not coming down to night. So ho dines in solemn grandour by hlmsolf, and afterwards proceeds to his grandfather's room ugalii, whoro ho duds Miss Drown reading aloud utid tho old gontloman dozing blissfully. Alleon holds up u warning flngor. "You must como In more qulotly, Mr. l'onsonby." "I bog your pardon," responds Dick, in a slago-whlspor; "I always como lit like that I forgot, you know." How pretty sho is, with her Unshod cheoks und soft brown hair! And tho prim quaint dress and littlo whlto cap mako nor look prettier still. "Hallo, Dlckl" Mr. Dortrand wakes up with n start. "I boliovo I was doz ing. I am very sorry, Miss Drown upon my word 1 ami" Alleon turns hor soft fuco towards him. "Please don't say a word. Do you know, I nm always so glad when my reading scuds my patlout to sloop." Dick ilnds himself wishing that ho were ill In order that ho might have Miss Drown to read him to Bleep. How provoking sho Is, getting up and going away Just us he enters, and leaving him to tho grumbling mid complaining of a bullish old muni Dick Is to bo his holr; but In Mr. Der trand's heart of heart over slumbers tho passionate love for his doad son. The pride of tho Dertruuds is strongor than all however. Ho will novor for give uor forgot. "I shall never pull through this, Dick; it has shaken me terrlblyl "Nonsense, grundpapa; you will bo all right again r "Novor In this world, Dick. You will bo muster horo soon." "Might I ask you to pour out tho tea?" Alleen hail como down to breakfast. fresh und sweet us u dilsy; und Dick has hold out an eager hand in greeting. This system of lady-nurses Is a vory nice ono, ho thinks. Sho takes her nlaco and pours out his tea, and ho looks at hor. "Don't you tiro awfully of bolngu nurse?" ho asks. "No; It is my profession," alio an swers, with a dimple appearing in her cheek. "Dut it must bo very hard work. May I cut you soino ham, Miss Drown?" "Work is always Hani," Alleen rejoins grimly; and then her gruv eyes aro sud denly raised. "1 think Mr. licit rand Is very 111. Has ho no near relatives?" ' "Not that I know of. I urn the near est, I believe,' Dick says carelessly. ' Alleen (lushes hotly. So their very existence is unknown! "You aro not a Dortrand, Mr. Foil onbyr "No, Miss Drown; I urn it l'onsonby." Is he luughing at her? Alleen thinks he Is; but siio goes on recklessly "1 kuow some Dertrauds, and I think I know they are the same family." "losslbly," Dick says coolly, helping himself to marmalade. "I havo never heard of thorn, though." "I supposo you don't tako much In terest In them?" Alleon remarks, with forced calmness, "To tell tho truth, I don't," Dick ac knowledges frankly. "My undo Row landho was tho eldest son and heir uuulo a low match, and ho wits disin herited. Perhaps your friends are his children. Oh, 1 beg your pardon!" he cries hastily. "Have I said anything rttdo?" for Aileeu's eyes are blazing with auger. A low match! A lump rises in hec throat as tho words fall upon her ears. Is that tho way they speak of her mother? "I fortrot tliev wero friends of vours." Diclt says penitently. "1 am very sorry. Plcaso forgivo mel" "If they aro friends of mine, they must bo your cousins as well," Ailcen responds, in a trembling volco, some what incoherently. "I supposo they are; buty you bco, poor undo Rowland married beneath him." "Of courso it is to your Interest to loave them in obscurity," Ailcen ro marks, steadying her volco with a great struggle. "My interest? Oh, I don't carol Mr. Bertrand would never hear their namo montionod. What aro thoy like, Mies Brown? They must be nico, or they would not bo frlonds of yours." "Oh, ploaso" a smllo curling her lips don't take tho troublo to pay mo complimental Dut I may toll you that your cousin Rowland is as proud and noblo as any Bortrand that over lived." "Sets the wind in that quarter?" thinks Dick dolefully. "Of courso she is in love with him. What a fury sho is in!" Aloud he says, "I haven't the slightest doubt of it; but unfortunate ly! cannot further his interests. My grandfather .would snap my head off if I only mentioned tho namo." "And doubtless, Mr. Ponsonby, you do not. And it a very arduous task to kpop it silent;" nnd, with as much uiguity as sno can muster, she rises and loaves tho room, furious with him, hating him; and yet what a pity it is Dick l'onsonby is so nlco-lookiugl For a fortnight Miss Drown has been head-nurse. She has taken the house hold by storm. Every ono has fallen in lovo with hor, from Mr. Dortrand and tho Doctor down to Dick Ponson by; and perhaps tho last-namod victim has taken tho complaint the most seriously of all all tho more so bo causo Miss Brown has novcr a civil word to spare for him. Sho Is as cold as lco, and very unkind to him, and al ways talking of thoso Bcrtrands, for ever lauding that unknown Rowland Dertraudl Dick hates him, and yet ho begins to think he Is defrauding this young man of his inheritance. And how thoughtful and gontlo Alleen Is with the old man always so bright, so ploasaut, a perfect nurso! Ono duy Dick Is brought homo in a carriage, with a vory rmlo faco and his shoulder out, tho result of an ugly fall whllo hunting; and jot ho Is glad whon ho sees Alloon's swcot faco palo sud denly and for ouco her oyes look kind ly on him. "You must nurso mo now," ho says, with a smllo, trying to bear tho pain bravoly. "I want you more than tho old man." So ho does; nnd for the next fow days Alleon is gentioness itself, and doos not say ono unkind word. Sho sits with him, reads to him, and Is very shy and winning. Sometimes ho thinks sho is looking sad; and then ho gets angry, and tells himself sho Is fretting for "that follow Dertraudl" And ho sulks oven when Alleon Is sitting ut his side cutting up his dinner for him, and waiting on him as if ho wore a baby. "You do all this only out of pity," he says one day. looking into her face. "What else should I do It for?" Alleon retorts, with crimson checks, and leaves mm to inmsoii. In an hour she returns with a great moss of sweot wet violets In her hands. "For mor lie asks, smiling. "No for Mr. Dortrund;'' and buries hor faco in tho blossoms. she "Well, you might give mo somo," he persists, watching her settling hor flow ers in an old china bowl. Sho loavos a small bunch bosldo the bowl, and ho comes over und stand beside her. "Aro thoso for mo?" "No; I am ing to Bend them away by post." Iln rtrntt'a ttnstlr nf rtin 80- v uuina uuva tiv uuwvt "To that fellow Dortrand, I pro sumo?" "Yes," Alleen nnswors calmly, a smllo dancing in her eyes. "Poor Row- lyl Ho might at least bo spared a fow uowers irnm mo tjouru " 'Poor Rowly'P cried Dick furiously; and at this instant Mr. RortramPs man Hartnell appears upon tho sceno. treading noiselessly so noiselessly that both tho young neoplo start as Ills yoIco breaks tho silence. "Miss Drown, my master desires your presenco, if you please." "I am coming, Alleon says, gather ing up her flowers hastily, without one gianco at Dick's furiously angry faco. Hartnell looks furtively from ono to the other, and hetakos in tho situation; thou ho steals away again. Ailcen, in her haste, has loft tho lit tlo bunch of violets on tho tablo. Dick takes them up, crushes them in his hand, and pitches thorn Into the Are. "Ho shall never havo them, at any ratol" ho thinks savugoly. and, seizing a guldo-book, begins to plan a trip to tho other slcio of tho world. Very cautiously, and with much quaking of heart, Ailcen mentions tho names of his grandchildren to old Mr. Dortrand, watching to see the effect of her words. At tlrst ho gets angry, says they tiro nothing to him, and changes tho subject; and Ailcen wults patiently for a better opportunity. "Your grandson Is very llkoyou, air," she says ono evening, keeping tier fuco well In shadow as sho speaks. The old man stirs uneasily, and then mutters "Ho must bo like his father then;" and tho girl's heart leaps as she an swers breathlessly "Yes; ho is tho very imago of his father." "Dark, I supposo?" "Yes, just like the face in the picture in the dining-room." "That was taken whon I was ono-uud-twenty; you wouldn't think that, I smipose?" 'indeed it Is very llko you still, Mr. Dertrand;" and tho sweot flattery pleases tho old man. "Tell mo about my son's children," he says presently, with an old quaver in his voice. "Dick l'onsonby is a good fellow; but ho Is not a Dertrand, not a Rowland." Aileeu's diceks flame; her heart beats violently; she has roused his sym pathy at last, awakened memories of long ago. Dreamily Mr. Dertrand gazes Into the Are and listens to her story, and at last site says to him, with a passionate quiver of her voice "Ho is your own grandson, sir, a Dertrand every inch, and he is only a poor clerk lu an oftlce, and .very, very poor." For herself sho will mako no appeal, and somehow he loyalty to Itowly seems like treachery to Dick Ponsonby. "How mean ho will think me, how he will desoise me." sho thinks, hot snamea Diusnes scorcning ner cnoeks, "when he knows that I came here un der false pretenses to tako uway his In heritance from himl" "Dick will have the Ponsonby estates, and his mothor had property that will come to him too." Mr. Bertrand re marks half aloud; and then ho looks at Ailcen. "I am gotting old, my dear, and 1 see things differently; my boy broko my heart, and yet 1 can't feel hard on his son now." "You couldn't if you only saw him," Alleon cries Impulsively; and ho feels so much that he Is un outcast!" "Is Is his mother poor?" Tho old man puts the' question with difficulty. Ho may think kindly of his sou's child, but ho cannot forgivo his mother. Alleon winces, then answers steadily- "Yes, very poor; but they manago to live. Sho docs not mind for hersolf only for Rowly." "i on seem to know them very well?" "Yes, very well," Alleon responds a littlo confusedly. In tho morning sho lays a photograph in the old man's bands. "That is Rowland Bertrand," she says simply, and moves uwuy that he may look at it unwatclicd; and present ly she hears him whisper, "That is my boh, my very son!" He gives ft back to her. and is vory silent during the remainder of tho day. Ho says no more about tho Bcrtrands; but his face looks wistful and sad, and ho is not even cross when Dick breaks in upon tho pleasant calm. Mr. Bertrand is bettor and has como down to the library, whore bo Is happy amongst his books and papers. Miss Brown howovor is to bo a fixture for tho present. "Don't leave mo, my dear; yourswoot faco docs an old man good," ho says. And so Ailcon stays, and day by day ho talks to her of Rowly whon Dick is not in the room; and day by day Dick falls more hopelessly in lovo. "My dour, I will do my doad son Jus- rnl tlcol Old Mr. Bertrand looks up at Ailcon as ho speaks. Tho moment of triumph has como, and yet sho docs not fool as happy as she expected sho would. Sho fools as if sho wero a traitor in tho camp. "Como back nftcr dinnor. Miss Brown," Mr. Dortrand says; "1 havo something to say to you. I want you to wrlto and tell this grandson of mino to come, that I may make his acquaint ance." "You will lovo him whon you sco him." Allcon's volco Is trembling, hor eyes aro full of tears. "Ploaso, Mr. Bortrand. may I leavo you to-morrow.? You really don't want a nurso now, nnd I havo there is suro to bo anothtr caso waiting for mo." "1 shall miss you vory much. You havo mado a cross old man very happy, .child." "1 havo only dono my duty, sir." As sho sits at dinnor with l'onsonby, ho tolls him that on the morrow sho is going awuy. Dick's faco grows troub- , "I dare say you aro delighted to go," ho romarks ungraciously. But Ailcen does not look glad; there is a tremor in her volco. "I havo to go," sho whispers. "Mr. Bortrand is nearly well; ho docs not wimr ttia nnv timrrt " "Perhaps somebody olso wants you," Dick begins desperately, looking into her flush startled faco; but, as bus hap pened before, Hartuoll's volco inter rupts suddenly at tho door If you plcaso, Miss Brown, my mas ter wants you, If you havo qulto fin ished dinner." So Ailcen goes, nnd nn hour later Dick Ponsonby, passing through tho hall, sees a lotter addressed to "Row land Bertrand, Esq.," lying on tho hall table, waiting for tho post; and, with a passionate exclamation, ho marches off to tho smoking-room thoroughly out of sorts. And nobody sees Mr. Dertrand's man Hartnell remove the letter to his own room, and, after careful manipulation over a cup of hot water, master tho contents of tho letter, and then replace it in tho envelope. (CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK ) How to Treat Hysteria. Hysteria Is a form of nervous disease not yet thoroughly underMood. It was ouco believed to bo peculiar to women, but there are well-authenticated case of men helnjr alllleted with it. Its inaulfcMiitions are various, from hysteriei. lu which tho sufl'erer laughs and cries uncontrollably, to eon-vuli-lnns. Firmness und .'eiitfenesx me iudUpeusibuilu dealing with hysterical peixuis. RcaMniiir is waMcd, as If not incapable of attending tliey gener ally pa, uo attention to it. Tho doth lng; should be loicciied, tho room dark ened and only one peiou allowed to stay with tho sufl'civr uulc-s another is absolutely required to assist. A warm foot bath sometimes ;;lc relief, and a mustard plaster, or a tlauiiel wrung out of boiling water mid sprinkled with turpentine may bo applied over the seat of the supposed pain. There are fow diseases which havo not been simu lated by patients MillVring from li steria and sometimes without any wih to deceive; they are the victims of their own Imaginations. Globus hysterica Is a distressing symptom. The ena tlou is of a ball rising in the throSt and causing sufloeatiou. It can be relieved by wringing a Imiulkcrvliief out of ico vatT and binding it tightly round thu neck. Asafivtlda is tho usual remedy, ami occasionally the fear of having to take it will cut short a tit of hysterics. 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