Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-02-19

she would have forgotten itP' A GER
tain lofty pride seemed for the moment
to round his speech. 30, no; she was
never miner'
He said no more, but continued to
chafe the cramping limbs of the foe,
whom he had found so strangely in
strange land.
Seymour grew little quieter; he
spoke in a slow, husky whisper.
''Iou are right, she never loved you!
She loved me, and her; you cannot
blame me for loving her, even though
you, yourself, did not"
Il! l not love Amy-not love-my
wife!" His wondering voice swelled
suddenly with strange pathos, and as
suddenly he paused and seemed to rec
ollect. "No matter But swear to
me this also: That you will never cease
to cherish-that you will never forsake
her!'
Il swearr' the husky whisper came.
Seymour by and by dropped into a
doze.
The afternoon driftad along. The
room was silent and the heat intense.
The window-curtain barely stirred.
Janeway's eyes rested upon it as he
sat there.
BY and by came in a Sister of Chari-
ty.
"Is he living still?" she asked.
He will live, think, said Jane
way softly.
The sister took his place and he went
out for some refreshment. He did not
60 far; he walked slowly, looking about
him with grave and sunken eyes. lie
could see Death striding through the
city, masked with the white and glar-
ing sunshine. He could hear the cries
of those in mortal agony and the cry of
his own heart.
Patience, he said to his heart
Tomorrow we will go to them-to-
morrow, when all is clear"
He fastened back to Seymour, who
still dozed. only arousing occasionally
to beg for water.
The sister went away, and evening
crept on. The candles vast
ed slowly.
Janeway drew up an armchair, and
there sat watchful and resolute.
The sufferer had grown less restless.
His pulse was hardly perceptible, and
there was clammy moisture on his
brow.
Janeway, leaning forward. his chin
lowered, his eyes lifted, looked at the
wasting candles. Perhaps between him
and their flame somePhantom of the past
seemed floating; perhaps some bright
ness like the gold OF Amy's hair-tbe
azure of her eyes; for suddenly he drew
q hard breath and sprang to his feet.
at shall not be!' he cried between
his teeth.
The candles had burned out; an
other sultry dawn was at the window.
Janeway, white with exhaustion,
leaned back in his chair. He had
fought hard with Death.
The sun was rising, when voice
came from the bed:
IAN l better? Or must l die?'
Then Seymour, stirring, looked upor
the watcher.
philip Janewayr' he said, shudder
ing. Il thought it was dream"
Janeway turned his sunken eyes upor
him, but gave no answer.
The man upon the bed moved with
| restless. fearful countenance.
What do you mean to do?" he
asked, TREMENDOUSLY. did you follow
| us?''
Follow you?" Janeway's voice
seemed to come from a distance. al
| had ever thought to do so it would
have been years ago, not this late day."
He rose. Il am going out for a time
when come back l shall have some.
thing to say to you"
He seemed to pass unsteadily through
the doorway. Seymour eyes follow.
ed him with apprehension.
He was not long away. He returned
and sat down rather heavily. His
pallid countenance was also stern.
Seymour's apprehension was hight
ened to actual terror.
'.Am to live or to die?" he cried
out piteously.
By and by Janeway answered, hi:
voice still seemed to come from fal
away.
1T is five years SINCE" he said.
Five long years! In all that time
how have you done by her? Do not
think to lie to me while Death stands
near"
81 have always loved her." the Other
pleaded. "She has been happy-she
has loved me. If only had not come
to this cursed placer' He grew still
wilder. and shrieked and shook hi:
powerless clenched hands at Janeway.
"Well! You may set and gloat upon
my death! know that l am in your
power-dying at your curse. But here
my comfort: that she loved me always,
never you! Her heart will break for
me, and you shall never have her
backn'
Janeway's voice seemed to draw
nearer, then fade again away: No;
her heart will not break.
You will not die" He leaned back as
he ceased to speak; his dead dropped
heavily to one side, so that his face
was not apparent.
Seymour was dumb with surprise.
Not die? He felt strangely weak, but
there was no longer that dreadful pain
and thirst. He wanted to hear more.
A considerable time elapsed.
"Janeway," he said in a tremulous
tone. But no answer came.
He sat up in bed and repeated his
call-unavailingly.
He slipped out upon the floor and
staggered feebly to the others side.
The candles were wasting slowly
through another night. The men had
exchanged places. Seymour sat wan
and thoughtful in the armchair; Jane
way lay upon the bed, his face CHASTITY,
a clammy moisture on his brow. He
breathed family and seemed not to suf-
fer much. When the night had mostly
worn his eyes unclosed, and looking up
he seemed to recognize the other.
"Why are you-here?" whispered.
Goat oncei'
Seymour hesitated.
Il will wait until you are better. II
you will tell me what to do-these
remedies -"
Go, go"' The husky voice was
urgent to painfulness. go back to
her; she must not grieve day."