The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1870-01-06
hare thrown myself overheard in the

nave tnroWn mySell oVefDOaru IN the
gale .a f..N.t,EE ..... ..s
Time passed on, and over the mex
pressible happiness which Mary Melch-
er enjoyed no shadow from tile old fault
ever fell; it had been laid in the Cap
tain's coffin, never to rise, for from that
day George Melcher ruled his own spir-
1t, rs man md christian should. As
the story is true, it is useless to discuss
probabilities. Such suspension Of ami
nation sometimes, snd In those hurried
burials who can tell how often, succeeds
yellow fever, AS the following fact will
show.
"A certain Mr.. French, New England
born, removed with his wife to New Or
leans. Du,ing his first summer he fell
u victim to the fever which prevailed to
u frightful extent. His distressed wife,
alone with his lifelsss body, heard the
approach Of the dead-cart some hours
after his decease,t aud her heart sank
when the officers who required the i'm.
mediate removal of the dead entered her
room. Too well used to the despairing
shrek: oh! don't take him away. He
isn't dead! He cant be dead to take
notice of it, they approached the bed,
examined the body, and insisted upon
removing it, when the forlorn and wild :
owed wife, whose vigils had not been
shared by Il single friend, threw her
arms about their knees and forced them
to listen to her. &c s. n4 .,,
We'll, well they said, yielding to
the pity they were so often forced to iy-
more, have your way, only you must
certainly give him up the next time we
call
She eagerly promised and sprang up.
full of strange hope. But in vain she
chafed and warmed the cold hands, in
vain she poured restoratives between
the open lips. in vain she called his
nat,Ic ID accents that might have moved
the dead; the time passed, and again
the officers stood before her, inexorable.
Nothing but the might Of her despair
could have prevailed as it did. i
We shall have to carry you both
soon;' they muttered; you'll take the
fever sure
%, you may, you may! was her
frantic cry, mingled with blessings upon
their heads, as she resumed her hopeless
task. Sometimes she thought All eyelid
moved, hut hope mocked her, the rigid
face never stirred. She had worked
with such desperate energy that she
had never noticed the lapse of time,
when that fearful cry next deor-'bring
out your dead + startled her.
oh dearn she shrieked, 'they will
take him from me, they will bury him
aliven
In hcranguish she upset the bottle Of
camphor with which she had been bath
ing his forehead, and its contents poured
over his face.
'Nerciful heaven!' he gasped.
The heart under her faithful hand
leaped up, then stopped; no, it throbbed
again, and when the officers entered
she was.laughing and crying as she
counted the soft beating of the pulse
that sent a thrill to her heart with
every faint stroke. TO know as we
never know but once, all that she had
lost, and then receive it again from the
hand of the Great Giver of life, this was
her happy lot; and when he could trav-
ell, oh how joyfully she took him home
to breathe the clear, health giving air OF
his New England hills, and to tell the
wonderful story of his death and resto-
ration.