The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-09-24

agents of the tribunal; you shall then
order his body to your private office
for anatomical purpose. In the dress
of a surgeon it will be easy to effect
his escape thence. / have already in
formed him in the part he is to act
He will feign violent convulsions, which
will apparently end in death, how easy
1t will be then to save him If you enter
into my schemes"
"It may seem easy to you, but dis
covery would be sure death to me an
swered the doctor, pacing the room,
much moved by the entreaties, tears
and beauty of Theresa.
" God bless you for the act, and my
poor prayers shall ever ascend Tor you to
the throne of mercy"
The doctor turned his back to the
fair pleader, and wiped something from
his eye.
81 will tell you what l will do" he
added, in q more kindly voice. II will
not attempt to thwart your plans; l will
even favor them. To morrow, when L
visit the ward where Du Bois is sick. L
will find you in tears. L will ask
"What ails you Sister Theresa?" l
will turn from you without looking at
my patient. You will pretend that Or
dered the body to my office for the
benefit of my pupils Two attendants
will assist you in carrying it there. But
remember to throw a napkin over his
face, and to support the head yourself,
for it is difficult to feign death so as to
deceive those who are familiar with it,
And, moreover, let the body be wrapped
in sheet, lest the warmth should be-
tray the fact that the soul is still within.
If the young man should find sur
geon's dress in the office, he need not
ask liberty to appropriate it to his own
use. When once in the street let him
improve the time, and be seen no more
in Bordeaux"
Again did Sister Theresa fall upon her
knees to cover the hands of the kind
hearted doctor with tears and kisses,
and his own eyes could not refuse tri-
butte of feeling at contemplation of so
much devotion and loviness.
With what intense anxiety did There
sa and Du Bois await the coming of
another day-a day which would make
them the happiest of human beings, or
the most miserable creatures in exis-
tence. Neither closed their eyes in
sleep.
Du Bois, according to his instructions,
groaned heavily during the night, and
seemed to suffer much pain. Toward
morning his means grew feebler, and
less frequent. When Theresa visited
him at daylight he appeared to be seized
with terrible convulsions. His eyes
rolled wildly about in their sockets; his
face was distorted blood was seen upon
his lips his cheeks We're deadly pale,
and his last moment seemed near.
The lay sister stood beside his bed and
wept. AT length Du Bois ceased his
motions he was heard to breath hard
for short time, and then all was quiet,
save the frantic cries of Theresa, who
threw herself upon the body, and pit
ously bewailed his death.
While thus engaged, the house ply
sician entered the room.
"What ails you, Sister Theresa p
Why are you thus wild with woe ?" he
asked calmly, as had been previously
agreed.
Alas my friend is no more Du Bois
is dead !" she replied, with fresh out
burst of grief.
"Well, what matters it ? it has saved
him from the scaffold. Did you wish
him to live to die by the hand of the
executioner? The house physician
passed on, without so much as looking
toward the bed where Du Bois lay.
How Theresa's heart bounded with
joy She would gladly have fallen
down at the DOCTORS feet and embraced
them.
Calming her transports of grief, she
turned and beckoned two attendants
who were near. They came.
The house physician desires you to
assist me in removing this body to his
office" she sale, restraining her emotion
as much as possible.
AS they carried it out they met sur
geon, and Theresa's heart sank within
her; but he passed them without notice,
and in a few moments Du Bois was
stretched upon the dissecting table in
the DOCTORS private office.
Now our work is done and you may