The Tragedy of the Chain Pier: Everyday Life Library No. 3 — John Shaqi
The Tragedy of the Chain Pier: Everyday Life Library No. 3Brame, Charlotte M.
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The Tragedy of the Chain Pier: Everyday Life Library No. 3
Brame, Charlotte M.
Fiction
The hot tea came, and it seemed to revive her; but after a few minutes
the dreadful shivering came over her again. She stood up.
"Lance," she said, "I will go to my room, and you must lead me; my head
aches so that I am blind."
She left her pretty drawing-room, never to re-enter it. The next day at
noon Lance came to me with a sad face.
"John, my wife is very ill, and I have just heard bad news."
"What is it, Lance?" I asked.
"Why, that the girl she went yesterday to see, Rose Winter, is ill with
the most malignant type of small-pox."
I looked at him in horror.
"Do you think," I gasped, "that the--that Mrs. Fleming has caught it?"
"I am quite sure," he replied. "I have just sent for the doctor, and
have telegraphed to the hospital for two nurses. And my old friend," he
added, "I am afraid it is going to be a bad case."
It was a bad case. I never left him while the suspense lasted; but it
was soon over. She suffered intensely, for the disease was of the most
virulent type. It was soon over. Lance came to me one afternoon, and I
read the verdict in his face.
"She will die," he said, hoarsely. "They cannot save her," and the day
after that he came to me again with wistful eyes.
"John," he said, slowly, "my wife is dying, and she wants to see you.
Will you see her?"
"Most certainly," I replied.
She smiled when she saw me, and beckoned me to her. Ah, poor soul! her
judgment had indeed been taken from me. She whispered to me:
"Promise me that you will never tell him. I am dying! he need never know
now. Will you promise me?"
I promised, and she died! I have kept my promise--Lance Fleming knows
nothing of what I have told you.
Only Heaven knows how far she sinned or was sinned against. I never see
the sunset, or hear the waves come rolling in, without thinking of the
tragedy on the pier.
THE END.
[Transcriber's Note: Several typographical errors from the original
edition have been corrected.
<i>white, slivery foam</i> has been changed to <i>white, silvery foam</i>.
<i>an entensive park</i> has been changed to <i>an extensive park</i>.
<i>the magnificent retriver</i> has been changed to <i>the magnificent
retriever</i>.
<i>a ring of such clear, music</i> has been changed to <i>a ring of such clear
music</i>.
<i>the breat boughs</i> has been changed to <i>the great boughs</i>.
<i>come to your own room, John and</i> has been changed to <i>come to your own
room, John, and</i>.
<i>a supberb picture</i> has been changed to <i>a superb picture</i>.
<i>it was utterably impossible that my suspicious could be correct</i> has
been changed to <i>it was utterly impossible that my suspicions could be
correct</i>.
<i>seeming unconciousness</i> has been changed to <i>seeming unconsciousness</i>.
A missing quotation mark has been added at the end of the line <i>I do not
like thee, Doctor Fell!'</i>
An extraneous quotation mark has been removed from the sentence
beginning <i>I meant nothing by the words</i>.
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