Saxe Holm's Stories Author:Helen Hunt Jackson Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: WHOSE WIFE WAS SHE? WAS on my knees before my chrysanthemtm- bed, looking at each little round tight disk of a bud, and trying to believe that it would b... more »e a snowy flower in two weeks. In two weeks my cousin Annie Ware was to be married: if my white chrysanthemums would only understand and make haste! I was childish enough to tell them so ; but the childishness came of love, — of my exceeding, my unutterable love for Annie Ware ; if flowers have souls, the chrysanthemums understood me. A sharp, quick roll of wheels startled me. I lifted my head. The wheels stopped at our gate ; a hurried step came down the broad garden-path, and almost before I had had time to spring to my feet, Dr. Fearing had taken both my hands in his, had said,— " Annie Ware has the fever," — had turned, had gone, had shut the garden gate, and the same sharp quick roll of wheels told that he was far on his way to the next sufferer. I do not know how long I stood still in the garden. A miserable sullenness seemed to benumb my facuJ lies. I repeated, — " Annie Ware has the fever." Then I said, — "Annie Ware cannot die; she is too young, too Itrong, and we love her so." Then I said again, — " Annie Ware has the fever," and all the time I seemed not to be thinking about her at all, but about the chrysanthemums, whose tops I still idly studied. For weeks a malignant typhus fever had been slowly creeping about in the lower part of our village, in all the streets which had been under water in the spring freshet. These streets were occupied chiefly by laboring people, either mill-operatives, or shopkeepers of the poorer class. It was part of the cruel "calamity" of their " poverty " that they could not afford to have homesteads on the high plateau, which lifted itself quite suddenly from...« less