Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-05-07

between us, and sawbig tears standing1u Jacks kindly eyes.
 "I thought I'd got past this," said he, coughing.
 Next day he came in smiling, with 8 let ter and soae oranges.
 "I went ashore at Memphis" he ex- plained, ''and found letter from Sister Annie. They're looking for me home1
 "We'n soon be in Pennsylvania again, Jack"
 He looked me full in the face and smiled. His eyes seemed very large and his cheeks were bloodless- It saddened me to look at him.
 "I must go now," saiI he. "I hope you'll enjoy the oranges"
 Twas mending fast and expected to be out very soon. Jack did not come again that day. Next morning the cook brought me cup of tea.
 "Where is Jackf" asked.
 "Busy."
 thought of him all day. but he did not come.
 sCook" said I, at last, ''I want you to tell me the truth about Jack.'' 'Don't you fret!" he answered ''But must know"
 "Well, he's not able to be about" sW QorG IS lG!' 'In No. 8. But you can't go near him; he's got the fever! Deliriousl Wouldnr know his own mother9" "Who's nursing himW "I am-what little he gets We can't make a hospital out of the Charley | Roberts," Cook tried to stop me, but staggered l across the cabin into No. g. could hardly | recognize Jack as he lay on the bunk, his fo,.> -nol 1,~I F; hlo<~S | shot. He had dropped down, too weak to | take his clothes off. took his hand and sat | beside him.
 "Jack, my boy, what's wronga" ''Nothing, Sam"
 Jack never said much. He was better at | doing than saying. 1 Hooked at the poor fellow in despair. I had never nursed a sick person in my life. | The captain came in while sat there.
 "We must have doctor, captain" said 1.
 ''Might as well want gold mine," he re' piled.
 But look at Jack, captain. What can we do?"
 q don't know"
 ''Sam," said Jack, looking at me with @ strange expression, ''you know my sister Annies"
 Certainly, Jack"
 "I want you to tell her about mo-"
 'You will soon see her, Jack"
 "No, Sam; I'm going"
 "We're both going home."
 "Yes, going home. I'm tired! TiredW
 ''Then rest, Jack. shall be here."
 s'Take my hand, Sam"
 tI have your hand, my boy Try to sleep"
 "Yes," he went on, pointing, there's Annie at the door. She looks moro and more like mother as she grows older. She's l v1o1 fcc fle,x o1on mil loo
 "Indeed she Is, Jack''
 "That's Sam's voice; he got over the fever well. I believe I had it, too. Hear old Point barking at the gate; he most as glad as Annie to see me back. An, Sam, 1t 8 good to be back in Pennsylvania-God's g country! Annie Anniep' He fell back in stupor, with his eyes set. I felt spasm pass through his frame, after which his hand lay in mine like life less thing. Hooked up questioning1y at the captain.
 "God help him! He is dead"
 "Oh, surely notl''
 "Dead!" he repeated
 Only when I bent over him did l believe ) it. Jack was dead.
 "He died working for others," said the captain, and in lieu of better words thess must stand for his epitaph-
 l can only tell Jacks story in 8 plain way. can not fill your eyes with tears as mine are filled, as there is no art behind my words. You read of good men-unselfish and heroic men that poets sing of and h}s- torians immortalize-bnt here there was one that nobody ever heard of. Who was there to read funeral sermon over him in lonely pface on the river bank next daya Who prayed owei the rough pine boxa Not prayer not a hymn at the faneraE only l 2 @fF left him there on the river bank with 8 . piece of driftwood to mark his grave, which : the next flood would sweep away. ffonnd 3 a little flower growing thefe-a vtofet<l 7 think, which brought away for Annie Jack was as homely man as ever you say, big, raw-boned fellow, with twinkfe o1 the eye that made one laugh. Had yoe ? been hunting for a man of uoish'apd a41ca tion you would not have picked him o0t His head had not been cultivated: :at the ex 3 pense of his heart He used strong Ian l guage sometimes when a rope got tangled
 or the pumps worked hard. or the codef l didn't suit him. am not trying to picture r him as perfect; I want you to know him at [ he was. His voice in Q sick room. was at 3 gentle as child's; he had big tendel - heart, kindlier than most women haye. a0i 3 @ hand that served a friend until ready tt 8 drop from weariness. I remember him a
 he bent over me while I lay helpless wisa l. fever, kindly light beaming in his fac'
 that beautified it. learned then how un ! selfish he was, and my heart went out to him
 as yours would have gone had you know1
 him. This was Jack at his best-H. D
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 foundation in fact. Dogs, cats and othe I carnivorous animals show no fonduess fo