The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1879-02-05

the yellow fuid which She poured
from the crystal bottle. The other
vial she filed with an oily sub
stance, a soft salve, which she
took with sn ivory spoon from
the jar.
If you should get the plague" !"
she said, rub your body With this
saIvo, and drink a few drops Of
the fluid. You will speedily get
we'll"
They parted most tendcrly, and
! Antoine left tho house.
lie had passed on but a few
steps when he was attacked by
two desperate fellows, who knock
ed him scnse!css.
Is it not curious that, when all
good people shut themselves up in
their houses in order 10 escape
the pestiIcncc, desperate criminals
prowl about fearlessly, bent on
! murder and robbery.
They rifed the pockets Of the
inanimate Young man. They
found on him a well-ilIed purse
and two viaIs. The latter they
flung away ccn;emptuously. Then
they hurried away.
u. De Couras awoke ten min
utes later. The night was very
dark, but ne gropod his way to a
thoroughfare, and speedily reach
ed his fathers palatial mansion.
There terrible news awaited
him. His father, bis mother, and
his two lovely sisters had been at
tackled by the plague.
All their cowardly servants had
fed from the louse.
Antoine bethought himself Of
The two vials Sephronia had given
him. He was bitterly disappoint-
ed when he found that they were
gone.
Suddenly he felt that his own
head began to reel, and he sank
senscless to the floor.
lie, too, had the plague.
Twenty-four hours later he rea-
woke to consciousness. At his
bedside sat Sephronia.
Il have heard that you and
your family were down with the
plague, so I came to your house.
Your parents and sisters were dy-
ing. You will live.
lie did recover, and a week later
was able to be about. He per
suaded Sephgca;a TO let him have
a quantity Of the panacea.
She remained at tho house,
while he went into the streets and
effected many cures,
Marscilles was in a truly hor-
ribio condition. OF the one hun
drcd and twenty thousand in.
habitants, sixty Thousand sue
cumbed in three weeks to the
pitiless scourge.
Everybody was in despair. The
physicians did not know anything
about the plague. A stupid rumor
had been circulated that tic wells
were poisoned. People refused to
drink water. The good bishop OF
the diocese, MonseignouT DeBei-
zunoc, made supcrhuman efforts
TO relieve the suffering, but all to
no purpose.
There were nc hearses: and no
cofius. Vast numbers Of corpses
were piled up in the Streets In
front Of one Of these gbastly piles
Antoine de Couras one day met the
. bishop. The noble prcIato's cour'
aye was evidently giving way.
Antoine saw at once that the
epidemic had singled him cat IS q
, fresh victim.
The young man poured a few
5 drops Of the elixir down the
bishops throat,
? 1T revivcs me-" said the bishop,
+ hcaving 4 deep sigh.
= LET me rub your hands and
> face with this ointment, Mon
scignour. It will Save your pre-.
cious life
"a thousand thanks, yonng
man. How can | reward you p
t "Wiil you stay here few min
utcs. | viii be back presently"
In a few minutes Antoine re
turned with tho biushing Sc
/ phronia.
!. "Narry US, Monscigneur. Let
that be my reward"
!, And they were married IN front
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