Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1879-03-11
NUMBER 8.

rear, III Ncdll idCc' W ny A@i'sN' -
said, ''those people were like my brothers
once. Want-starvaton
"Oh, | mean the lower classes-mill
hands, workmen.'
$50 do l."
''The welI-to-do people, told You,
have fled There are no nurses, ClapP
said, and but one physician
But one physician
Nealy, who never could keep still when
greatly moved, walked abruptly away.
1t was some moments before he came
back. DR.. Lloyd was watching him
anxiously.
What are you going to do" he said.
Good God. what can do; Go to
them, of course. But one physician n
and here, swilling my sherry and smok-
ing my pipe"
"But your wife,
Priscilla! Yes. II had not thought
of her
"Of course YOU have not You have
not thought at all. 1t Is a noble, gsner-
Gus impulse, Nealy, but not your duty.
Thin, !; oyer, and you'll see that.
There is a stage at midnight 20 Pitts
burgh:'
"Yos; but YOU will not take it. Tut,
tut. DO YOU suppose the town here can
spare YOU. or your friends, or your wife:
Go in and talk it over with her. I'll call
on my way back, Il, not your duty to
make yourself martyr for those wretch
es. Their houses are filthy, and they ere
drunkards; so down they 20. Let them
GO
As the old doctor rode down the hill he
looked back and saw the stout figure mo-
tionless at the gate. 1t was late when he
returned. Seeing light in the office, he
made his way there. Ncaly met him at
the door
You have determined to go:'
Yes"
The old man was greatly agitated,
while Nealy was quiet.
You will never come back, boy. Go
ing from pure atmosphere into that
polluted air
Nonsense | will be at home again
in a months time, please God. There
are are some papers will leave with you.
My-my will. Something might happen
YOU know. It Is all arranged for PRS
ella. She will be comfortable as to money.
| should not think it right to 20 else.
Money. What Is money compared TO
the loss Of
"Of me-: Nealy passed his hand over
ms face. Don unncrye me- Lloyd II
right for me to do this thing. lean turn
my back on these dying people. We
thought It all over.
"What are we to do without you
| Tack
Nealy smiled. "les. ! know il be
missed IN old tlnnburgh. Then ms eye
fell on his wite'S closed door. He began
to gather up his papers, ms hPs turning
pale. ITS right for me to 20, ne SAID.
roughly. Don't make me think OF what
it costs me.
There was 4 pause. Does she know:
asked Iloyd.
NO. caiinot say goodbye TO hr.
There is letter for her with the oth0
papers. Now 20, Lloyd. Wait for me
at the inn until the stage comes. lie
went with Lloyd out on the porch; then
he uncloscd the shutter, Of his chamber,
and looked in at his sleeping wife. If he
opened the door it would wakcn her. The
moonlight shone softly on the fine, some
what hard face. Idck SAW no hardness
there.
Dear little tender heart" he said, the
tears running down his rough checks. He
had been too coarse for her. When he
came back nc would try harder than ever.
When he came back: What if he never
entered that room again:
An hour later the stage going south
stopped at Finnburgh and took in d sim
glc passenger.
1t was the lst 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 IN
side, children playing; the gardens were
gay with prince s-feather and fall roses.
There was but one case reported today
the Young doctor who had coBe to
their help weeks ago. y crowd had gath
cred on the porch Of the inn, most OF
the. mill men and negroes whom he had
nursed and cured. They stopped Colo
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