Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-05-10

'Here-oh! so much, Joe' And she
placed her little burnt hand upon her bos,
| som, and moaned so pitifully. Then lift.
ing up her beautiful blue eyes, she said,
while her whole body twitched and quiver.
ed in torture. Father, help me! Oh! my
fathers God make me patientv
u q shall go mad ? said Benson, turning
away and pacing the room with long, quick
land measured strides
i sJoeP.
i FWhat is it, my poor Nellie7
| Wont the doctor come soon, nowT
'Yes, DEAR
tAnd is there any laudanum or morphine
lin the closet? Please look; and once more
i poor Nellie shrieked aloud in agony.
Iwould rather notlgiVe you morphine,
dear
tBut Joe, I am suffering so much
'Here comes the doctor now-thank
God = said Benson as he heard footsteps by
the door. b.
% Joel' exclaimed Nellie,' run out and
tell him to hurryp
doctor, said Benson, as he met the VEN
cradle physician at the door, Il have not
much money to offer you but only save my
poor unfortunate wife, or at least, alleviate
her suferings, and I shall work my fingers
to- the bone to repay you doubly what you
may see fit to charge ar7 .
Il shall do whatI can,' replied the doc
tor; sbut where is the lady?'
sHere, sir said Charles, who had return.
ed with the doctor; just step this way
The old gentleman entered the room in
silence; saw Nellie and ascertained her real
situation. He done what he could to ad-
minister to her comfort and temporary re-
lief; and, after leaving some directions, as
to her treatment, and promising to call a.
gain in few hours time, prepared to leave
the house.
what is your opinion of, the case, doc
tor?' asked Benson, following him to the
door.
The doctor took q pinch Of snuff; look
ed long and earnestly into his hat; coughed
several times and then silently shook his
head. p, .,,
Can nothing be done for her p asked
Benson.
Badly burnt, sir very badly said the
doctor, again shaking his head. Cannot
imagine how she has lived even until now
poor young LADY,
But doctor there is some little hope Of
her recovery-is there not? asked Benson,
much affected. =.- .
Il shall send nurse to her as soon as
possible; and my wife will remain here
with you until the poor thing is out of all
pain,' said the doctor.
sOut of all pain = repeated Benson, ta
king the old mans hand in both of his
you do not mean that she will die, doctor !!
Nothing but miracle can save her.
sAnd is there no hope?' asked Benson
with compressed lips.
}, sNoneP said the doctor, emphatically
sAll that we can do is to smooth her path
way to the grave; for thither will she go il
less than twenty or thirty hours. If yor
knew, sir, what agony she is enduring 81
patiently, you would not wish her stay pro
tracted. '.. -
'But, doctor, I cannot part with her,
said Benson, his eyes filling with tears.
! you must submit to the will of God
Mr.. Benson said the old gentleman, kind
ly. His dispensations are sometimes darl
and mysterious but it is all right, sir.
mo, no; it was never Gods will tha
Nellie should die such terrible death; NJ
more than that I should have become he
murderer It's all my fault, sir,-oh m.
poor Nellie
sIt certainly was permitted by an over
ruling Providence, said the doctor 'and
such being the case, it becomes us reveren
TALLY to submit
mo, no, no; can never believe ever
that said Benson. Il promised her t.
come home early, poor thing; instead O.
which, I went to drinking saloon, and be
came beastly drunk. I was brought here
by her brother, who, seeing me about tt
drink more, took the bottle from me, ant
threw it on the hearth, where the liquo,
took fire. Nellie was standing near by anG
the fame caught her dress-that was The
way of it, sir. Had I not have brough
the brandy into the house Nellie would b.
as we'll as ever now. No, no; it was no.
Gods will, nor Charles Vincent's fault
but, I-oh, God II, who love her more
than the Immortality of my own soul, and
who she loves more than all else in the
world-I have murdered her!-murdered
my poor Nelliep And so saying, Benson
'lifted up his voice and wept.'
The physician saw at glance the utter
uselessness of endeavoring to comfort the
wretched man so, after promising to cal
in again at daylight, and bring his wife
with him, he silently left the house o.
mourning.
CONCLUSION NEXT WEEK.
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