The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-03-13

"Of met" NeaIy passed his hand over his
face. Don't unnerve me, Lloyd. It's right
for me to do this thing: i can't turn my
back on these dying people. I've thought 1t
all over"
"What are we to do without you, Zackl"
Nealy smiled. "Yes, know Pll be missed
in old FInnburgh." Then his eye fell on his
his papers, his lips turning pale. tits right
for me to CO." he said, roughly. "Doa't make
me think Of what it costs me-"
There was q pause. "Does she knowl"
"No. can not say goodbye to her. There
is letter for her with the other papers.
Now 90, Lloyd. Wait for me at the inn until
the stage comes" He went with Lloyd out
on the porch; then he unclosed the shutter of
his chamber, and looked In at his sleeping
wife. II he opened the door 1t would waken
her. The moonlight shone softly on the fine,
somewhat hard face. Zack saw no hardness
there.
"Dear little tender heartp' he said, the
tears running down his rough cheeks. He
had been too coarse for her. When he came
he came backl What II he never entered
| that room againa
An hour later the stage going south
stopped at Ffnnburgh and took in q single
passenger.
1t was the LIST of September, and the
plague was over IN the little river town. The
smouldering fires Of tar still burned along the
streets, but the houses were flung open, young
| girls were singing inside, children playing
the gardens were gay with prince's-feather
| and fall roses. There was but one case re-
ported to day-the young doctor who had
come to their help weeks ago. A crowd had
| gathered on the porch of the inn, most of them
mill men and negroes whom he had nursed
and cured. They stopped Colonel Petit as he
was going up to his room.
| How Is he, Colonclfr
| "Tanner thinks he's sinking. But he'll
pull through. There's no justice In Heaven
II he doesn't pull throughr"
| Tanner, the one physician who had stayed 10
| fight the pestilence, met him on the landing.
"Well, sir-welli" cried the Colonel.
| The doctor shook his head. "Reaction with
fever. You know what that means"
Petit nodded, groaning. It's Gods work,
Tanner, Zack Nealy has pushed his way NJ
| and up since he was my bound boy. He is
| a man Of education and means; he has wife
that loves him; he came here and saved
/ hundreds of lives, and he's showed of-dies
like dog! By gee, sir, don't understand
itr'
"He's q merry, afiectionate fellow" said
the doctor, who was not given to abstract
discussion, Joking between the paroxysms
He talked OF his wire to me to-day with that
awful tende, ness which mother has for heI
child. You'll stay with him until 1 come
backi"
"Yes." The Colonel went in and the door
closed behind him Hour after hour passed
and the crowd still waited, carrying the re.
ports of his condition out to the town. lack,
who had left them long ago and came back T.
| die for them, was the hero OF the hour
About sunset an ominous silence fell on the
place. The crisis had come; there was q
| chance that he would recover. A band on a
| passing boat played as thev foated down the
river an old air, Highland call to action. II
must have reached the dying man. A few
minutes later Colonel Petit came out.
"lt's over, boys" he said; "Zack Nealy's
gone-gone higher than 1 can follow. God
help mer'