The New Orleans Democrat. (New Orleans, La.) 1875-1876, 1876-01-16

even ys a iiuttor,I boctof," he snid sadly
and then taking advan taRe Ut the OPP
poftunity afforded todispIayto the old
practitioner some Of the. newest dis
oov0ries In science, he addHd pofnpouy.
vi "Ur. Jenkins, 4 I agree with you IN
the opinion that our unfcrtaflate young
friend Is dead be haslphssed beyond
the reach OF our science, but fortunnte-
" for the progress Of that science, 1t is
| III our power to make s1oh q diagnosis
of the caEo ms to determine with tho ut
most certainty the cause which has thus
plunged n distinguished family into the
| depths OF ufIIietion and deprived society
or one Of It's brightest ornaments.
have examined closely into the condi
| tion OF these remains the appearances
about the visage, the dark lines be-
meath the eyes, the peculiar clamni'
ness Of the skin, md the want OF riRidt'
ty which Is the more common conditloil
OF a-a-cadaver, sir and l do not hesi-
that our lamented young friend
has fallen d victim to that
most dreudful and sure OF oil
diseases. here he murdered q word
which did not catch, and continued l.
ut 10 true there are no Petechig on
neck, breast or limbs but do not look
upon them us necessary concomitants
oil tho disease, and are by no means ne
cessnry to this most important decision.
The poison, US you know, belongs TO
the category Of Zvm0ses Morbid germs
were doubtless absorbed suHiciently
long ago to have completed the neces-
gary fermentation cycles, and give rise
to this the slrest OF MI results and most
deplorable OF oil phenome3a--the total
cessation OF vital functions, properly
| known ng 1eath'
INV dear siri' exclaimed the old
Doctor. starting forward, utterly unable
any longer to control his impatiencc
under this protractod dellverance. MY
dear sirl you arc an egregious ass. j
beg your pardon, sirl beg your par
don, siri did not mean you. meant
~" Here he hesitated, as there was no
one else to whom the Insulting epithot
could have been applied except the
corpse upon the bed. II, sir-I was
talking to myself"
DR.. Harding was silent from excess OF
feeling, and after an embarrassing
pause, DR.. jenkins resumed oxcitedly !:
NV Young friend, in our profession
experience must be the only sure guide.
With oil due Difference to you, sir, the
disease you mention is an innovation.
And why, sir, when there are so many
thousand things already in existence to
depopulate the world, why, sir, ! ask,
will you persist In killing q fine young
fellow like this with an inn0pati0n? It's
little better than murder, sir I'll tell
you what he died Of. and give it big
names: tho French call II coup ne soieiL
fools Gull IL insOtdtiO, and common
sense people like myself call 1t sun
strike" And could hear the old Doc
tor taking snuff violently Us he walked
towards the door.
DR.. Harding fingered o few moments
longer, pulled up my eyelids, tapped me
In various portions OF my body, and
murmuring audibly: Old fools are the
greatest fools Of ALL" he followed his
companion, and was alone. to be robed
for the grave.
II was done by tho loving hands
of our own old family servants,
amid many tears and sighs over
to say tho least Of II. an unpleas.
ant operation to me. First came the
measurements for tho shroud, and then
tho melancholy dress was put on.
knew just how stilIly my crayat was fixed
and my hands crossed, and as they
would not stay easily together, they
were tied ut the wrists with q white rib
bon. BLESS his dear heart" sotbed
my old nanny, don't he look nat'ral2
lest like no did whom no was alive. Oh,
my sweet Mass Willy, that should be
spared to SEQ you layin' hercl" And
50 they left inc alone, with the sheet
spread over my face, and the soft
brcczes creeping in In quiet murmurs at
the open windows, and now | was
forced to look my situation fully in the
face. Though not dead, certainly was
face TO face with death, and tho sentence
'".rhis day thou shalt die" sounded
through my senses like clap Of thun-
der, and my memory, reused to prefer
natural activity, brought up oil the
derelictions OF my past life.
my face and heard my mothers broken.
hearted wall, Us she threw herself on
the bed besides me: "Oh, my child, my
dariing.' 49,. -
Hours must have passed as my mother
lay on the bed beside me, growing more
quiet and calm. Ny father came In too,
and cried In almost the words Of the old
patriarch would God l had died for
thee, my son! my sonr"
1t was soon aftcr.he loft that heard
q soft, lingering footstep approaching.
thought / had done with earth, but,
an the broken sobs telling their tale
child" said my mother, /" let us togeth.
CT look upon all that is left MS Of our
darling. have been greatly comfort
ed. ! do believe my child Is safe"
Oh, mamma" groaned the girl,
throwing herself beside her, cannot
give him upw
" He loved you, Carter" said. my
mother; "you know that"
. "Oh. yes -but-but he never knew
how dear he was to me. / could not
tell him. / could not help trying to
keep him from knowing 1t, and now it
ID too late
" He wanted to talk to you before he
went away" said my mother, "but
your father and thought you were too
young, and forbade 1t. I"
But I have loved him always"
sobbcd the girl, "as / can never love
any one again."
All, how / struggled to awake and
grasp my happinessl But no; my
miserable carcase still lay as motion
! as as statue.
II can hardly believe he Is dead"
said my love, STOPPING over and press
Ing her warm lips to my brow, then
back and crying: "Oh, SO
cold, so coldv
Poor child I must have been dead
indeed to have remained cold under her
dear kisses.
At last they left me, and another long
night passed, hardly so terrible as the
last, however. Although still shrank
from the coffin and the grave