Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1879-04-04

tell how dear you are to me, my own,
INV blue-eyed Pansy, but there is an
other to share that love. and she is
Duty. I have thought upon this mat
ter until thinking has become bur
den of which only action can relieve
me, NV heart draws me nearer to you,
darling, and whispers of home where
in my highest happiness would be
crowned by your presence, and Duty
points her relentless finger toward the
suffering South"
mo, no, you must not go! I cannot,
cannot spare you Frank. Why should
YOU go to save others when by so doing
you break my heart and scatter mourn
ing among those who love you here?'
Pansy, dearest, do not make my
task any harder. A voice cannot re-
sist calls me to leave you, nay almost
wife. My mind is fully made up"
And Pansy knew by the determined
expression and firmly set lips there
would be no yielding.
"Oh, Frank, you never loved me or
you could not leave. me and expose
yourself to danger and DEATH" cried
Pansy, bitterly sobbing in her agony.
Love you I did, and do, better
than my life."
But you don't love that much, when
you are so ready to throw it away"
"Pansy-listen to me, darling. I shall
look to you to aid me in this my life's
duty. You must pray for me, little one,
that my hand may he blessed with heal
ing, and that may be the means of re-
storing many to health. My purpose
is strong, but my strength is weak to
execute, especially when think Of you,
my precious one, whom so fondly
hoped to call wife /; but I know you will
be true to me that you will not forget
me when am far away for you do
love me, don't you, Pansy?"
Better than all the world, Frank"
"Then bid me God speed /; will you
not?'
"Oh, Frank, it's hard, but I'll-I1l
try"
"Nobly said, my own brave girl.
Now I'll tell you all my plans. In a
few hours shall be far from you on
my way to Memphis.
"Not to-night?" she cried in terror.
eyes, tonight; and when I'm gone
/ want you 20 60 and see my parents.
They must hear the news from no other
lips than yours. and I know that the
tears of the three that love best on
earth will mingle together. Tell my
father how thankful I am to him for all
his kindnesses. Tell him am not I'M
dutiful, but anxious to be Of use to my
fellowman and that in giving me my
profession, he gave me the means to
crafty that desire /; and oh, Pansy, tell
my dear old mother that I said God
bless her, and-Pansy put your arm
about her neck and kiss her cheek for
me, and--tell-her-Pansy, that her
boy is striving hard to reach that stand.
ard of true manhood she has ever point
ed out to him."
Here, strong man as he was, he
bowed his head, and Pansy felt hot
tear fall upon her hand which he tight
ly held. She tenderly circled his neck
with her arm and drew his face near her
own.
"Oh, cannot. cannot give you upi
there will be nothing left to live for
when you are gone.
"Pansy, darling, live for me pray
for me, and comfort them when am
far away; and may the Master am
serving comfort you," said he, placing
her now insensible form gently upon
the sofa, and passionately kissing the
trembling lips and closed eyes.
The morning found him moving as
fast as iron, steam and duty could carry
him. Soon he reached Memphis. He
knew no rest. Beside the bed of the
suffering of all ages, color and condi-
ton. in the heat Of day, or the damp
and lonesome night, with hand as
tender as woman's, and an eye ever
watchful, supported by Judgment and
skill almost unfailing, he worked,
scarcely giving himself time to think
of the old father and mother, and one
dearer still.
Days ran into weeks-long weeks
they were, too, to those who waited for
tidings.
At last news came, came in q news
paper paragraph. It read thus:--
LAUGHToN PosT, Sept, 10.
We are panied to learn that the
brave and noble young doctor, Frank
Horton, who left here three weeks ago
for Memphis, has fallen victim to the
fearful scourge he labored SO hard to
alleviate. He died day before ycster-
day, without friend to receive bis last
request or close his eyes in death. In
the poor dead hand that had done so
much for others, was found the picture
of a young girl and some faded pansies.
A brave young life gone out in its
prime. Little can we spare such he
roes. Psaoe be to his ashes in the un-
known resting place."
A few days after this solemn funer-
al procession wendell its way to the
quiet little cemetery down by the lake
side, and deposited there the lovely
form of one who died of broken
heart in the brightest days of her early
youth. Sweet, gentle Pansy Addison
Was it best? God knows, and in his
own good time we shall know also.
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Vicksburg Herald: The question of
a whipping-post for petit criminals in
this State has been somewhat agitated,
but to no purpose. As an exchange
aptly says, the newspapers throughout
the country ara OanaralIv diem nsx..l IN