The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1881-11-12
CHATTER III.

/ All the sunshine had gone from the
earth and the sky was of sombre gray
with gathering clouds on the day that
Hester Kyrle was TO be carried to her
last iresting-place. Mrs. Kyrle's grief
was so violent that her reason seemed
likely to give way; remorse added to
sorrow was making her burden too
heavy to bear, and the cold, worldly
woman gave way to bursts of passion
ate despair that evoked surprise in its
hearers. 4*
''But it is no wonder that Mrs. Kyrle
suffers remorse," Maud Wymer said to
her brother, as he took her to the house
for a last look at the friend of her child
hood before the sweet face should be
shut away from mortal eyes.
Then she recounted to him all her
ideas on the subject of the marriage,
the prospect of which had killed Hes
ter.
'sOh, Mark, if you had seen the an
gels smile, so sad. 50 wistful and so
meek. that she gave a few minutes be-
fore she died."
She paused, her voice choked by
tears.
s.And she died of aneurism of the
heartp' questioned Mark Wymer. He
was a medical student, and so sudden
o death excited his interest.
'sOf course it wa; the doctor said so.
At first they tried festorativcs, fancy
ing twas II fit OF s ms. sort; but knew
better. / knew the ir<t:tnt looked ut
her that Hester was dead; / knew that
she had reached peace. She was just
as cold and as rigid few moments af-
ter she died as she is now. | should
like You to see her, Mark; she was so
beautiful in life
..An.l she is beautiful in DEATH was
Marks first thought rs his eyes res:ed
on the dead girl, who, to crafty tie
half crazy mothers wish. was halited
in her weddin garb. Mark had been
studying medicine in the hospitals and.
like too many in his profession. he had
come to regard the human body, prac-
tically and simply, as a curious
piece of mechanism, animated by vital
principle. But he could not somehow
look at the form before him in the same
cold, abstract manner. He could OILY
gaze on it as vision of beauty such as
he had never looked on before. There
was not the faintest shade of deaths
ivid hue on the pure white face. There
was neither sharpening nor sinking Of
the classical features. There was none
of that peculiar expression round the
pretty lips, and in the tall of the eyelids
upon the cheek, which is the signet
that the conqueror Death sets upon his
victims; and yet it did not look like
life either.
Hester Kyrle was borne to her grave,
and Mark Wymer returned home; but
when the day had gone by and dusk
was gathering III, he wendell his way
to friends house, and that friend was
a surgeon of high standing in the pro-
fession.
Barker, do you know sane man
when YOU see hime'' ho asked.
The surgeon opened his eyes in sur
prise.
just put your finger on my pulse.
| and look ut me- Am | all right?"
81 should think you are gone mad. "
Il have come on an erfstild which L
| fear YOU viii think insane; and / want
you to assure yourself that am co02p0s
naesatts before l speak il"
''WeIl. say that l am convinced of
your sanity"
There was young girl buried to-
| day, and believe she has been buried
alive. I have come to beg of you to
| help me discover the true case"
ssWhat p
| Mark reiterated his words. Enough
| that his persuasion prevail c :.
| they then descended ito the vault
| When the coffin WAS Enclosed, Hester
| lay in it with no change in her appear
| ance. The surgeon touched the brow
/ and the hands, then he held n small
| pocket-mirl or before her mouth.
| The glass was undimmed.
| He shook his head; the case was hope
| less.
lone moment" cried Mark. Put
| your hand under the arm and see if
there is the same chill there as on the
brow
| With difficulty the direction was car
ried out-the same chilliness was not
there; to decide the point the silken
| the heart.
There was no pulsation.
.'Trv under the arm again." pleaded
| Mark earnestly.
The surgeon pushed his hand slowly
| along; then he paused and visibly
started. exelaiming eagerly:
There IS warmth here BS Heav-
ems, she is not dead r.
SHOW, see here,' said Mark. He
lifted her right hand. Strengthening the
elbow. and pointing the fingers ia an
opposite direction. After which he
| withdrew his hold of the arm, and it
remained in precisely the same posi-
| ton.
..Hurrah Mark 1t is nothing after
all but cataleptic fit Let us take her
| home at once
Hester Kyrle recovered consciousness
after great deal of suffering; but the
utmost skill and devotion were requis-
lite to cure her. When at last her check
bloomed again with the roses of health,
and strength came to her frame, she
gave her life right willingly into tho
keeping of its preserver; and Mark
| Wymer won his wife from the very
| Jaws of death.
1t is pitiful thing to hear young
1adv say something tastes like mustache