The Van Buren press., 1876-05-16
VAN BUREN, ARK, MAY is, 1876.

fipog ytlcl 5aHiA sfa4Hsl1 eaf ri iiaxlas
Carr; then II might be different But
now it's he who will win the prize
sweet, good, pretty Milly We're; and he
ID not worthy Of her. tieis selfish: he
IL q coward" ri --1Ea'iel Eai#s
He paused; then proceeded, wildly, de-
spairiuglysn 81 H ggsl seui7 aaffI -
l'"whylmust man live when life is
burden I Oh !'that we're dead!'fesl 5el
1r Quickly he recalled aud repented the
words, emembering the aged mother, so
fond, Of whom he was the sole support.
That recollection strengthened him to
battle with his trial--Mllly's contempt
Two weeks elapsed. when had news
reached the Rectorya Nj 3ai fz
4 In the poor hamlet Of Settendalc, three
miles distant, small pox had broken out
in, 90 fiercely virulent form, that hope
less terror had spread rapidly through
the whole community.
Death followed quickly on the heels OF
seizure. Nothing appeared able 70 check
it, Ia some cases children quilted their
dying parent 10 alarmed At contagion; while
some,-too poor to pay for help-were
left wholly unattended in their extremity.
The description brought sent a shudder
through every hearer. Milly's. however,
was blended with deep compassion for
the suffers. a.8 swN
"Oh papa, can nothing be done for
them 7" she cried.
"All that is possible, love, is to send
what help We can," said the Rector, /" and
see that these poor people do not die
without the consolatory prayers of the
church. We must do all that we are able
at first, to calm tho frantic terror that ap.
pears to possess the unfortunate persons.
Fo. that purpose think you had better
go over at once, Carr"
IL? My dear Mr.. vere," he cxclaim.
cd, turning absolutely pale, really I'm
very sorry. bu, the only thing-mark.
the only thing-I have an uncomfortable
fear Of, is this malA.ly. My sister died
of it. She looked awful" Perhaps, ur-
intentionally, his eyes wandered to his
own handsome reflection in the mirror Is
he said that. ats very name flls me
with horror. / dare not 60. Indeed,
sir, should be dead in week. ( would
sooner-iadeed would-rcsign my CT.
racyv
There is no need for that, Carr. One
will be quite enough. ! will go. Mr'
Vcrc; l do not fear" ..tf
The speaker was Basil Chevril. He,
stood calm, unpresuming a. usual but
not nervous now. The pure purpose Of
q noble mind, the true charity Of chris.
tian man, shone in his dark eyes and in
every muscle OF his face. As Milly look
ed in surprise, she wondered how she had
ever considered Basil Chevril plain.
"Do you mean 1t, my dear fellow p
asked the Rector.
"Assuredly, sir. Have you any orders
to give2 for think il these poor people
are In such q frantic state or dread, NO
time should be lost before I start.
"You are brave fellow, Basil. Come
to the library"
As, five minutes after. the young Gu.
rate crossed the hall to leave the Rectory
be encountered Milly. =
Tears were In her eyes as she held ou
her hand. .fifa. EN
"Good-bye, Mr.. Chevril." she said,
warmly. =. Yours il noble work
Heaven reward you"
"It has already, Miss vere," he respon
ded meaningly, after the first start as her
change OF manner. May it bless yol
for giving me this encouragement"
Then he did what he had never dont
before he kissed her hand, and Milly die
not check him.
AS she recrossed the hall, she encoun
tered Stanley Carr, in appearance rather
shamefaced. sd o ~
~ am very sorry I had to refuse, Mis-.
vere," he said, apologetically. "Butit
the very work for poor old Chevril; h'
Is so diff rent from me-" es as4
$50 perceive, Mr. Carr" rctortet
Milly. will glance. 9 You are merely
a man he is a Christian." ."a"At
With that my lady went up stairs
vouchsafng no other word. Was Basi
Chevril becoming hero 3e35ss
Daily reports reached Milly oft fear
full scenes and more fearful devastation
the small pox was making in the little
village, which, lying in o valley, held i
as it were o prisoner; and these reports
we're accompanied by high laudations o
the Curate's kindly and indcfati abb
zeal. She listened to the one with sor
row, the other with joy-nay pride; while
the more she heard the palmer grew
Stanley Carr in her eyes, until she won
dered she had ever thought him good
looking. aa ege
One morning ascending to the break
fast room, she found the Rector in much
excitement.
!" Bad news, Milly," he said;" poor
Chevril's got the fever"
Millys heart felt abruptly turned te
ice. m
"Not very badly, l hope, papa r sht
murmured faintly2
Heaven knows. But you see, ht
would keep on, though ready to drop
He would not give up his work until his
strength utterly failed, and he is nov
down with delirium."
"Has he anyone to nurse him, papa r
+" Yes his mother arrived from Ian
caster last night. One of the prettiest
most ladylike old ladies ever saw, Milly
You should hear, too, how she speaks oi
her son. He is her sole support. The
strict economies of which We have made
a Jest. the occasional rusty rim to his
hat, have all arisen from his striving to