Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-01-12

snatched from death, had caught some of
the conversation between his wife and the
assistant who had recovered him to life. So
she was gone, that brave, beautiful atheist
glrl-gone to test the truth. And she had
saved his lifel
For some minutes the assistant did NOT
enter. He was helping in the other room
| At last be came.
''What did YOU say to Lady Honoria?'
Geoffrey asked feebly. "Did you say that
Miss Granger had saved me?"
Eyes, Mr.. Bingham; at least they tell me
so, At anY rate, when they pulled her out
of the water they pulled you after her. She
had hold Of your hail"
"Great heavensp' he groaned, "and my
weight must have dragged her down. LIS
she dead, then?"
1--WE cannot quite say yet, not for certain.
We think that she is!''
sPray God she is not dead, +" he said, more
to himself than to the other. Then aloud
''Leave me; am all right Go and help
with her. But stop. come and tell me some
times how it goes with her,"
VERY well. I will send q woman to
watch you" and he went
Meanwhile in the other room the treat
ment of the drowned went slowly on. Two
hours had passed, and as yet Beatrice
showed no signs of recovery. The heart did
not beat, no pulse stirred; but, as the doc
tor knew, life might still linger in the It's
sues. Slowly, very slowly, the body was
turned to and fro, the head swaying, and
the long hair falling now this way and now
that, but still no sign. Every resource
known to medical skill, such as hot air, rub
bing, artificial respiration, electricity, were
applied and applied in vain, but still no
signl
Elizabeth, pale and pinched, stood BY,
handing what might be required. She did
not greatly love her sister; they were antag-
onistic, and their interests cIashed, or she
thought they did, but this sudden death was
awful. In corner, pitiful to see, offering
groans and calculated prayers to heaven, sat
the old clergyman, their father. his white
hair about his eyes. He was weak, coarse
grained man, but in his own way his clever
and beautiful girl was dear to him, and this
sight wrung his soul as it had not been
wrung for years.
stShe's gone" he said, continually, "she's
gone; the Lords will be done. There'll have
to be another mistress at the school now.
Seventy pounds a year she'll cost-e7O
pounds year!'
do be quiet, father" said Elizabeth,
sharply.
GAY, ay, it's very we'll for you to tell me
to be quiet. You are quiet because you dom
care. You never loved your sister. But
loved her since she was a little fair-haired
child, and so did your poor mother. 'Bea-
trice' was the last word she spoke"
''Be quiet, fatherp' said Elizabeth, still
more sharply. The old man, making no re-
| int
himself to and fro upon his chair.
Meanwhile, without intermission, the
work went on.
"It's no use" said the assistant at last, as
he Strengthened his weary frame and wiped
| the perspiration from his brow. "She must
be dead; we've been at it nearly three hours
now."
Patience" answered the doctor. 'If
necessary 1 shall go on for four-or till ]
DROP" he added.
Ten minutes more passed. Everybody
| knew that the task was hopeless, but still
they hoped.
presently, starting back from the body and
pointing at its face. "Did you see that?"
Elizabeth and Mr.. Granger sprang to
their feet, crying, "Wh hat, what?"
s'Sit still, sir" said the doctor, waving
them back. Then addressing his helper,
and speaking in a constrained voice: 81
thought saw the right eyelid culver, Will
iams. Pass the battery"
$50 did J." answered Williams, as he
obeyed.
Full power" said the doctor again. "It
is kill or cure"
The shock was applied for some second.
without result. Then suddenly a long
shudder ran up the limbs, and hand
stirred. Next moment the eyes were
opened, and with pain and agony Beatrice
drew the first breath of returning life. Ten
minutes more and she had passed through
the gates of death back to the warm and liv.
ing world.
"Let me die. she gssped family. NJ can.
not bear it.