Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1871-09-30

We went into the ward. IL was dimly lighted.
One nurse was at the farther end, bringing away
sleeping. Others were awake, and one or two
were restless.
/ milo went first, softly ard tenderly. His face
was illuminated, his carriage baOyaat- Edith
folio Il in his track, watching him Two poor
wretClts woke up as he stood beside the M for
mon mt, and reached out their hands with
smiling faces. One clung 70 him a il he felt
ihstinc;iyely that he was looking upon his best
friend for the last time. Another gave him an
audible blessing in a foreign tongue; and another
withdrt W from under his coverlid wateh-guard
trembling voice gave it to him. Others gave a
warm goodnight with feeble tones, and then,
satisfied, closed their eyes IN the firm belief that
ey would see him again to- morrow.
Tie slow, careful journey was a triumph.
Everything was calm, and distant objects were
shadows. Now and then there arose a whisper
or an unint. lligIble mutter from a dreaming
man, or slight sound CT heavy breathing. We
compett d The found. We came Ia the eleventh
cof. i saw Edith clasp her hands. The man
So med asleep.
Emilo approached him and bent over him.
Presently be arose to 60 away. He felt himself
detained. The ugly man had grasped the skirt
Of his coat and opened his eyes.
lie said, in thick whisper,
Victor Caro-
Emilo locke about him with terror. His knees
trSmhicd; his eyes came back again to the hor-
Tible patient.
81 come on an GRAND from Jose Lucov
"JOSe Luco?'
jose Luco. He is alivc.-
Emilo fell at the bedside and grasped the mans
hard. i was petrifed. and Edith chung TO me
desperately. mlos smothered voice calculated
something, and the man made this explanation:
" am English. L was employed by the fam
NY OF LuCo 10 find you. L started, but did not
pursue You. 4 have been villain. L have
drawn pay for my debauchery. 1 have cheated
The M was hurt in fight. They brought me
was looking for man who had killed his friend
saw you with the tulip. heard what YOU said.
L knew you. You awoke my gratitude BY your
kindness. determined 10 release YOU and inn
plore yOur forgiveness. Jose Luco was in the
condition OF the dead for one week; he is now
recovered and is well. God forgive mel"
lie ceased, exhausted. do not think Emilio
or perhaps, Victor, heard all Of this disconnect-
ed tale; he was too full of the grand germ of IT.
the salvation OF his friend. He kissed the hand
OF the man, and passionately pressed il to his
beheld the doctor on the other side of the cot.
lie had come to administer his prescription in
person. He scowled upon all of us, and said no
baye IN t harsh voice They
This was so dsconsonant that 1t reused yIc-
tor. He looked up, and then hastily fumbled in
ms pocket; he withdrew the old and dangerous
prescription. With trembling hand he un-
folded it, He arose, and. going to the doctor.
ne put HIS arm about his neck, and gave the
paper to him.
man come from heem. / am free. Edith love
me. am happee."
The doctors face flushed, his eve sparkled.
but he was unable to speak. -
This is the prcscreeption," said Victor,
thrCsting IL into his hand. /" lie to you. You
say one grain of arsenic. / alter Get with
leetle dot; made eet five grains. / was despe-
rate. implorc you to forgeeve me-"
The doctor changed color. For an instant we
all stood i'm silence.
He then whispered: "Come, Emilio, raise the
head OF this man upon your shoulder; we will
save him. He deserves il, the scoundrelr,
In week, Victor and Edith went away to his
country, whittier followed in few months as
an dttdche of the American legation. The Eng
lishman recovered, but was remanded to Home
for Incurables one year after.
The good doctor died. He was killed by sim
gular and persistent liberation of the throat
which defied the accumulated skill of the best
surgeons of the country. His was the extraor-
binary case described at length in No. sol of
the Medical Journal of the College OF Physicians
at Paris.
1 am called uncle by blooming child whose
name is " Emilio"