The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1876-01-05

ana one evening as Snc COOK IL IN neT
warm, energetic, generous palm it gave a
feeble pressure. Sympathy is e famous
physician. He has cured many other.
wise MORALLY wounded.
But, alas! he would not cure the young
English diplomat. One night as the red
cross nurse lay down to her well-earned
sleep, the male attendant who had care Of
the paralyzed Englisbman came and
knocked at her door.
"He is dying.' said he, sand his eyes
are very wild.'
She dressed herself and went to
him. The unspoken language between
these two had become spiritual commu.
nicatien. She read his thoughts. Did
he wish to have lock of his hair cut ?
Yes, for her; his watch and chain, and q
certain ring on it, were to be returned
when she could find the owner, and he,
when he was stricken down she must
find out if it were done, and If he was
known to have been faithful to the end;
yes, she would do it all.
| And he gave her one wonder full look:
a look which was carcss one smile,
like sunlight; his bright eyes said more
gratitude in one glance than his lips could
say in month; then came film over
them, and they went out forever
The next day as the red cross nurse
stood lookingat his face an English ply
sician arrived.
81 am looking for young Estcourt,"
said he, ''The man of whom you have
written to England, who owned this motto
and seal,''
''1here he is said she quietly.
''Poor fellow, poor fellow; hard case,"
said the physician. ''Do you know his
story? Sent over to protect two eminent
ladies, one princess, who got caught in
a country house here between the two ar
mics. Russian complications and all that
sort of thing. He behaved singularly
we'll, showed enormous tact. courage. and
chivalry too, for one Of them fell desper.
ately in love with him. lie was taking
them toward Berlin where they wished
to 20, when he was struck down by q
French ball; party of stragglers sur
rounded them. set on probably by
cousin of his. who has always been his
foe.''
did the women escape :" said the red
cross nurse.
"Yes; and are full of anxiety to hear
Of their prescrver and friend,' said the
Doctor.
The nurse laid her hand on the dead
mans forehead. IL wish he could have
lived to hear it," said she.
! And as she said that the dead man
smiled-that smile which she knew 50
well-and, strong-heartcd woman though
she was, she tainted and fell on the floor.
When she came TO herself the doctor
was holding some hartshorn to her nos
trils.
ut was rot: Imagination - said she.
| No. said he, shaking his head, ut was
m1racle.'
The annals Of cholera years, of tn,
plague, of other epidemic diseases, are full
of curious stories of the supposed dead,
and we seem as yet to have fearfully
little of that line Of demarcation which
marks the dead from the living. Those
surgeons who 60 on the battle fields have
many curious stories to tell Of the pkc.
nomena of dead faces, and to those who
| have only the ordinary sad experience of
sorrow there is much that is wonderful
about it. The sudden growth of resem.
| llances. as that Of a child to one parent
| or another, sometimes an entire change
| of face, as if the personality had been
changed; all these things have struck
the observer often.
That mask Of death called catalcrsy pro-
duces that change also. One young girl,
subject to this mysterious disease, would
| become so like an intimate friend that all
her family were struck by it. They were
totally unlike when we'll, but as she came
out Of her fit she would Immediately
begin talking of this friend. 1t seemed
as if her own spirit had vacated her BODY
and that of her friend had takem is place
A young German Countess who had
beautiful hair, died of lingering disease,
and was buried at her own request with
the long golden hair lying loosely about
her like veil. A fe~ years afterward
her remains were exhumed, and the long
hair was found to have been carefully
braided as German girls braid their hair,
and, what was still more inexplicable, the
ends were tied with some blue satin rib
bon, which sister remembered had been
attached to some garlands which lay on
the coffin. The German painter Leutz
had either seen this braided hair or had
heard Of it in the town where it occurred,
and hal been deeply impressed by it.
The only conjecture had been, Of course,
that the poor girl was buried alive. but
that was hardly possible for the features
were in singular state Of preservation
and very composed, the hands folded on
the breast, and the shroud in perfect
order. Nor weuld a woman braid her
hair an act calling for great composure
if she found herself buried alive. Being
German hair it probably braided itself.
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