The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1879-04-17

or pleasure Common he lau grown III
n, once heroic. II was worth while to live;
nav die IN such cause as this.
The quarantine ,tatition was reached att
last, through which Margery was TO enter
the doomed city Of her destination,
MY child" pleaded an old officer,
II speak to You is a father. Go hone,
You are TOO young and beautiful 20 msh
upon certain death"
ns'NIy husband is there" said Margcry
The early morning papers were brought
in, She took one mechanically in her hand
and this is what she saw;
John Butler, volunteer visitor for thCI
Towards, from, Mass, was strikcnycs
tcrlay. II will he hard, indeed, TO I'LL til
place of this marvcouSly brave and eihcicn
worker, who has seemed able to inStl som,
of his own lnimitable courage and hope
into every one with whom he has CONT
into contact, tie lies violently sick @
Hospital
She is in carriage at last. The coach.
men lasheS his horses, but she cries to him
to drive faster, Stores and shops are clos.
ed, Here and there people, black and white
rush out from the by streets and alleys, cal
ling for help. for the love OF God About
the great aid centerS hundreds of negroes,
with their baskets, crowded on the curbng
wait for the calling OF their names. Every
where they meet hcarses, open wagons.
great express carts, piled with the dead,
their horses at trot, moving southwark to
the cemetries.
They stopped now she springs from the
carriage unaided. A little girl grasps her
dress.
"0h, lady, my mother is dying" she
cries out through rain of tears. Margcry
locsens the child's fingers gently, but she
cannot linger.
Take me to John Butler" She cries to
al attendant
Past long rows of cots where men and
women and little children groan and writhe
in mortal agony, she follows him. They
are taking out dead man; her garments
brush the siitfening limbs as she passes.
Her guide psuscS at last. Oh, God in
heaven Tossing in dclirium, with face
discolored and distorted and bloodshot
staring eyes can this be hcl
One moment she sank upon her knees
beside the bed then she rose up to 10 bat
tie with.
The nurses could tell YOU how 4 giant.
strength seemed to dwell in her young
arms; wisdom almost superhuman in hel
inexperienced brain. Day and night went
by but she did not mark them. The dead
around her were replaced by the dying, bu'
she took no heed
The hour came when love had conquered
John Butler awoke, too weak for speech OF
motion, but with the old ray of reason il
his eyes, and whether in the body or out Of
the body he knew not but Margerys face
was bent above him, and Margery's kiss was
on his almost liicless lips.
Slowly but surely his strength returned.
Margery could leave him at length 10 care
for others whose needs were greater. He
did not keep her back. She seemed to
wear a charmed life, and her face, bright
as with a light reflected from the world be-
yond this, was the last comfort of many a
dying eye, the first returning CLEAN Of
earthly hope andlovc to souls, who, through
her gentle ministrations, came slowly and
painfully back from the gates Of death.
They went home together when over the
snljtten land had descended the healing
benefit OF the frost Il was their wedding
Journey. The far hills were blue with In
dian summer SKY and earth seemed bathed
in the glory of mystic TRANSPORTATION. They
talked little by the way. There are some
moods which words, even the tendcrest, but
profane.
II they had never come back, what Them
What does il matter, death or life 10 souls
that have tasted the supreme of existence,
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