Chapter 17 TEACHER HAS THE FEVER.-DEATH OF LITTLE BESSIE.

There were oppressive days in Wallencamp, when no fresh winds were borne to us from the ocean. The sun shone hot on the stunted cedars. The tides crept in lazily. All one weary afternoon, in the hum and stir of the dusty school-room, little Bessie Sartell-Captain Sartell's youngest, and his darling-sat stringing lilac blossoms together in a chain.