Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1889-10-18
'TUiztLife and Death
UNDER MEDICAL ADVICE.
A Story Of the Franco
Prussian War.
BY ROBERT BUCHANAN.
CHAPTER XIV.

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with watching.
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H9FN9EG " time during the
~ 9I%A2 night she had
SAGe administered the anOdyne &C
- cOrding to instructions Of her
y young mistress, and it seemed to
have had an almost miraculous
effect.
Early in the morning DR.. Huet
appeared at the chateau and went
up to the bedside. He saw at a glance
That the crisis was past, and after q care
full examination and redrsssing of the
wound pronounced the patient out Of i'm
mediate danger. During the examination
the German aWOke and made a sign that
be wished to speak to the doctor alone; so
the old dame was dismissed. and the two
men were left face to face.
you have something to communicate
TO me, said the FrenchmGn, seating him
self by the bed.
"Ah, monsieur, returned the German
officer, 1T is not Of myself that I wish to
speak, but of her whom God sent to save
me in my extremity"
mile. de Gavrolles? Yes, you are
right; you owe your life to her.
More than my life, monsieur" cried
the other, in a voice choked with tears.
"Ah you do not know. But when have
told you, you will adore her and pity me.
Better if had diedi Better If 1 do not
live to look again into her noble face!
Charity so infinite is more than can
bear"
Huet looked puzzled, and began to
think that the mind Of his patient was
wandering
pray Compose yourself, he said.
f'Where is she, monsieur" asked the
wounded man, eagerly. ''Have you seen
herr"
'cNot this morning. Dame Fevereau
tells me that the young lady watched dur
ing portion of the night, and then re-
tired to her own bedchamber."
mot before she had saved my miserable
life! Not before she had snatched me
from death, though she knew that I, of all
men, was the most undeserving! Mon
sieur, / remember. 1 was sinking fast
when she interfered and succored me
me whom she should have left to per-
ish!-me whom she has cause to hate so
much"
Come. come, " said the Doctor, good
humoredly; "Of course We know you are
a German, one Of the enemies of France.
But bullet, look you, absOlves all such
enmities and we people Of France do not
carry our ferOcities into the hospital or the
sick-TOom.
Thanks. monsieur, returned the other,
sadly. ''To you, also, know I owe q debt
Of gratitude; but that is different. To her
owe far more-a debt which leaves me
shame stricken and penitent before my
Godl"
His look was so full of anguish, his
tone and manner so solemn, that the
Doctor gaZed at him in wonder. Iremu-
lousy, with the tears still stream n g
down his cheeks, the German reached
out his hand, and placed it upon Huet's
arm.
Monsieur, listen. Do you know
have you heard-that she has lost her
father2"
mol" cried the Doctor, starting in
amazement. The Chevalier? He is not
dead?"
Woful beyond measure, in its utter
misery and self-reproach, was the look
upon the Germans face as he replied:
Eyes, monsieur. killed him. "
Thunderstorm and horror stricken, the
Doctor shook off the others touch and
sprsng to his feet.
You killed the ChevaIier2 Do you mean
it2 Grand Dieu, it Is too horrible! HOw2
How?
In broken accents the German told his
story-as he had told it overnight to
Blanche, but more clearly and in fuller
detail. He described the incident of the
of the scene enacted afterwaTd in the
moonlight, when the dying man committed
the medallion to his enemy's care. DR..
Huet, who had known the Chevalier we'll
sBd esteemed him above most men, lis
tened in simple horror.
1T is we'll for you, he exclaimed, when
the other had finished, @that did not
know this before. 1 reproach myself now
that you were not suffered to die like q
dog. 1t is horTible-it is infamOusl Even
yet, when the truth becomes known to the
people, viii not answer for your life.
My life is nothing, monsieur, returned
the sick man, with Z grOan set no
store by 1t, God knows, save for the sake
of those whom I have left at home. 1t
would have been better, perhaps, If had
died last night.
But DR.. Huet stayed to hear no more.
With q cry, almost an impreeaution, he
rushed from the room. In the lobby he
came face to face with the old dame.
oh. monsieur, Will you come to my
young mistress? I have just been to her
room, and have found her lying there
like one distracted. / am sure she has
not slept AL night, and she talks SO
strangely.
Greatly excited, Huet accompanied the
woman TO the chamber, and there,
stretched upon the bed, her face worn
with weeping, her hair dishevelled and
still moist and cold with the melted snow,
he found Blanche lying. Her eyes We're
wide open, but she seemed to see nothing;
only at intervals, with strange monotOny
and regularity, she gave vent to that ter
ri'ble moan with which she had heard the
Germans tale overnight.
@It is cerebral fever, he cried. Look.