Nevada County picayune., 1888-10-03
PRESCOTT NEVADA COUNTY ARKANSAS OCTOBER 1888

l why do you not die!' and can not die." She burst into storm of sohs.
 Rose Marie moved swiftly to her mothers side. and laid hand on her shoulder.
 ''Don't, mamma" she said, trcm- ulously. You shall not go to any hospital while can work. love Karl, and he loves me. and if he is alive he will find me. An. mamma, do you want to make me bad daughter that would desert helpless mother? Then, indeed, the good Lord would not listen to my pray CTS. We must do our duty and trust God for the rest. Is it not so, mad ame!" to Mrs. Boss.
 It was simple faith, but it sus- tained Rose Marie during the weeks that followed-weary weeks when slowly, but surely, the blurred vision grew more and more indistinct - There was an eminent oculist in the city, a good. humane man and an old friend of mine. interested him in the case, and he examined her eyes, but refused to give final yer dict until his return from Shrevc- port, where he was going the next day.
 Bring her back in three weeks, when l return," said Dr. R. II will do all 1 can, and l hardly think i it a hopeless case. Meantime she must be built up. Exercise, fresh air, good food and quiet mind. if possible, will be excellent prelimina- " treatment
 think Mrs. Ross and both fell l in love with our beautiful, stately 1 protegee, she was so patient, and even cheerful in spite of her misfor- tune. As for the mother, l feared sometimes in her outbursts of pas sionate remorse she would dash out her brains against the wall.
 An, mon Dieu." fine would cry. If Karl would only come, I would fall before him and kiss the ground under his feet. hate the Germans. could kill them, but she loves him and her heart is breaking.'
 One fine morning had taken Rose Marie and her child to one of the city squares fine band was playing. She loved music passion atcly, and in her darkened life it seemed to speak to her as no human voice could do. They were playing the "Soldaten Lieder," and as saw that her hands were clasped i together. and the tears were rolling down her white cheeks.
 "ile used to play it." she mur- mured, my Karl-ah, he played so beautifully"
 did not notice that little Henri, in playing about, had slipped through the gate of the square into the street. Suddenl y l heard confused cries.
 "Ah, the little boy! he will be killed." and, looking up, my heart stood still as I saw the little fellow almost under the wheels of press of wagons going and coming.
 But at that moment saw one of the cornet-players dash down his in- strumcnt, leap over the barrier and snatch Henri from his perlous situa- ton and bear him alOft in his arms :. l had been too much terrified to ut . ter sound during this little drama and Rose Marie, sitting by my side. was utterly unconscious of her child's s danger.
 What is the noise about! Why has the music stopped suddenly 7" she asked. but l did not answer, for l saw Henri's rescuer, with the child in his arms, the little boy pointing tous and talking. As he approach ed, l saw q tall. handsome, soldierlv young fellow with yellow hair and smiling blue eyes. rose from my seat as he came up.
 II bring your little boy safe, mad ame," he said to me with bow. There was loud cry. At the sound of his voice, Rose Marie had sprung to her feet, and, with out stretched arms, blindly staggered forward. l heard an answering cry.
 My Rose Marie! my wife my be- loved :" and then understood that Karl was before me.
 l will pass over that meeting, and the one at the house with the repent ant old mother. He said to me:
 Fl knew she was true to me, but I