The Bodleys telling stories . ^ V little bud; he watched it eagerly: would it really blossom into aflower ? He was still visiting it day by day, when for some causehe was taken sick as he returned to his cell after a visit, and threwhimself on the bed hoping to get sleep and so be well again. Buthe was more ill than he knew. The next day he coidd not rise fromhis couch; he grew worse and worse. The physician could not curehim; the priest cameto watch over his dy-inii:; Ludovic went inand out, and did what-ever he coidd. Charneydid not seem to knowwhat was o;oinf>: on :he only muttered nowan
The Bodleys telling stories . ^ V little bud; he watched it eagerly: would it really blossom into aflower ? He was still visiting it day by day, when for some causehe was taken sick as he returned to his cell after a visit, and threwhimself on the bed hoping to get sleep and so be well again. Buthe was more ill than he knew. The next day he coidd not rise fromhis couch; he grew worse and worse. The physician could not curehim; the priest cameto watch over his dy-inii:; Ludovic went inand out, and did what-ever he coidd. Charneydid not seem to knowwhat was o;oinf>: on :he only muttered nowand then, ^ Poor Pic-ciola ! Poor Picciola I It seemed as if he couldnot live long, whenLudovic suddenly lefthim and returned aftera while with a bowlcontainino some hotdrink, which he forceddown the dying mansthroat. Charney didnot stir. He lay therehour after hour, andLudovic finally, overcome with fatigue, dropped upon the floor andslept. The priest sat through the night by the bedside, and when. Charney, Ludovic. and the Priebt. 14i! JliE J:ui>jj:ys \<i stuiuks. inorniiiijj came, Clinrney was in a ])rofoun(l sleep. Ludovie too ])ini; on the lloor 1)\ the IxmI, when he lelt a l)iiriiintr liaiul onhis forehead. IK started up. Soniethinu, to diink. said Chafncy. and then lir told them whatto ui\e him. .Villi wiiat was the drink that Liido\ic hail Liivcii him ?It was iiothinii, more or less than some ol the leaves ol )eil in hoilim; water. Pieciola has saved you I fjudovir cried,and Charney wondered what he could mean. Then it began to dawnupon him what Tiudovic had done, and, for a moment, he was filledwith dismay, for he thought his little plant had wholly been de-stroyed ; Init he ioiind that only a few of its leaves had been takento save his life, while the little plant itscdfwas still growing l), and it had llowered. Ludovie came into his cell one day whenhe was slowlv reeoverini, and exclaimed, — Its in tlower ! What: Picciola
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