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You might just as well go to praying that the weeds should be exterminated in your garden, or try to clear the Schulenberg tenement of croton bugs by faith, as to try to heal that young woman in that way. Did you ever look into the throat of a diphtheria patient?" "No," said Phillida. "Well, you can plainly see little white patches of false membrane there.
He did plan to take a larger apartment next year and to live in a little better style, perhaps also to keep horses; but the prospect was not interesting. While he sat one evening debating such things the electric bell of his apartment was rung by the conductor of the freight-elevator, who came to say that there was a German man in the basement inquiring for Mr. Millard. His name was Schulenberg.
Why did he not share her reproach with her, and leave her to learn by time and hard experience? Such thoughts stung him sorely. And this death, under her very hand, of the Schulenberg girl must be a sore trial. Would she learn from failure? Or would she resolutely pursue her course? Millard was not a man to lament the inevitable.
After the first bitter week she found hours of relief from an aching memory in her labors among the suffering poor. Work of any kind is a sedative; sympathy with the sorrows of others is a positive balm. Her visits to the Schulenberg tenement were always an alleviation to her unhappiness. There she was greeted as a beneficent angel.
This mere fencing was to cover the fact that Millard had not heard anything of the miracle in Wilhelmina's case. But seeing his aunt look at him inquiringly, he added: "Is she quite cured, do you think this Miss Schulenberg?" "No; but she can sit up and walk about. She got better day after day under Miss Callender's praying, but lately, I think, she is at a standstill.
But in Phillida this conservatism was counteracted by a quick imagination in alliance with a passion for moral excellence, both warmed by the fire of youth; and in all ventures youth counts for much. "Dat is coot; you gomes to see Mina wunst more already," said Mrs. Schulenberg, whom Phillida encountered on the second flight of stairs, descending with a market-basket on her arm.
I don't pretend to like to be talked about and called a faith-doctor." There was an awkward pause, which the doctor broke by saying presently in a subdued voice: "In regard to your perfectly proper question, Miss Callender, I will say that the Schulenberg young woman has acute pulmonary tuberculosis." "Which means?" queried Phillida, contracting her brows.
Besides, she's no money-maker, like the woman doctor in Fourteenth street, who takes pay for praying over you, and rubbing your head, maybe. You know about the cure of Wilhelmina Schulenberg, of course?" "No; not fully. We haven't liked to talk about it. Wilhelmina is the poor creature that has been in bed so long."
Millard, isn't it?" he heard some one say, and, turning, he saw before him Wilhelmina Schulenberg, not now seated helpless in the chair he had given her, but hanging on the arm of her faithful Rudolph. "How do you do, Miss Schulenberg?" said Millard, examining her with curiosity. "You see I am able to walk wunst again," she said. "It is to Miss Callender and her prayers that I owe it already."
She turned to leave the room, but Schulenberg darted forward and fell at her feet. "Margaret, beloved," cried he, "give me one single word of comfort. I thirst to know that you love me." "Can a woman go further than I am going at this moment?" asked Margaret, with a strange, hollow laugh. "No. I acknowledge my unspeakable happiness in being the partner of your flight.
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