Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-13
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"stay minute; shall give you some
of my fathers plague arcanum."
She went into an adjoining room md
returned soon afterwerd with a large crys-
tai bottle. The other vial she filed with
an oily substance, a soft salve, which she
took with an ivory spoon from the jar.
IF you should get the plague, she
said, rub your body with this salve, and
drink few drops of the fluid You will
speedily get we'll"
They parted most tenderly, and An
tome lett the house.
he had passed on but few steps when
he was attacked by two desperate fellows
who knocked him senseless.
Is is not curious that, whep all good
people shut themselves up in their homes
in order to escape the pestilence, desper-
ate criminals prowl about fearlessly. bent
on murder and robbery
They rifed the pockets of the mani
mate young man. They found in them
we'll filled purse and two walls. The lat
ter they flung away CONTEMPORARY.
They then hurried away.
M. DeCouras awoke ten minutes later.
The night was very dark, but he CROPPED
his way to thoroughfare and speedily
reached his fathers palatial mansion.
There terrible news awaited him-his
father, his mother, and his two lovely sis
tiers had been attacked by the plague.
All their cowardly servants had fled
from the house.
Antoine be1hought himself of the two
Walls Sephronia had given him. He was
bitterly disappointed when he found
that they were gone.
Suddenly he felt that his own brain
began to reel, and he sank senseless to
the floor.
He, too, had the plague!
Twenty-four hours later he revoke to
consciousness. At his bedside sat Seph-
ronia.
Il heard that you and your whole
family were down with the plague; so l
came to your house. Your parents and
your sisters were dying. You will live!"
He did recover, and week later was
able to be about. He persuaded Sephro-
MIA to let him have quantity of the
panacea.
She remained at the house while he
went into the streets, and he effected
numerous cures.
Every body was in despair. The ply
slcans did not know any thing about the
plague. A stupid rumor had been circu-
lated that the wells had been poisoned. So
people refused to drink water. The good
Bishop of the diocese, Monseigneur De
BeDzunoc made superhuman efforts to
relieve the suffering, but ali to no purpose.
There were no hearses, no collins. Vast
numbers of corpses were piled up in the
streets. In front of one Of these CHASTITY
piles Antoine De Couras one day met the
Bishop. The noble prelates courage was
evidently giving way.
Antoine saw at once that the epidemic
had singled him out as fresh victim.
The young man poured a few drops Of
the elixir down the Bishops throat
ut revives me-" said Monseigneur De
Benzunoc, heaving a deep sigh.
"Let me rub your hands and your face
with this ointment, Monseigneur. It will
save your precious Iife.''
"a thousand thanks, young man! How
can I reward you!"
evil you stay here minute, Monseig-
neur, will be back presently"
In few minutes Antoine returned
with the blushing Sephronia.
MARRY us Monseigneur! Let that be
my reward"
"And they were married in front of all
those dreadful corpses!
The corpses were finally pushed into
the sea by the galley slaves that had been
liberated for that purpose.
Such an appalling calamity never be-
fell civilized city in modern times.