The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-06-07

You viii have him sought for, win
You not, now that you know where to
search for hiin?p
s'Who knows if he is still alive2 The
men of our race know how to die when
life has nothing left to offer them, said
the old noble with kind of dreary
pride.
s'He is alive-I feel it" said the girl
emphatically, land he will be found.
See how this news of him has come to
you just in time, as if sent by God him
self. If you know the very regiment in
which he enlisted (and this officer seems
quite sure Of what he says it viii be
easy to trace him."
aBut whom can send to do it, 1t is
not every one who could be tempted even
by money to venture into the midst of a
raging war, and pass through country
that has been turned into desert. with
the risk of being shot or hanged at every
step. Who will undertake the search9"
81 will"
your cried the viscount, "a young
girl like you! Impossibles
Why should notse said Constance
simply. ssIn time of war woman can
often pass where man cannot, and no
American woman has any harm to fear
when she goes among American men,
whether northern or southern
AS she spoke her fair young face light
ed up with glow of heroic daring that
quite TRANSPORTED it for the moment,
and made the sick mans heavy eyes
turn to her with look of wondering adj
miration.
You are indeed worthy of him.
said he, seeming to catch spark of her
enthusiasm; ssand if thanks or blessings
are worth anything from me you have
them both. But if you take up this
search, how do you mean to set about itY'
81 have had plenty of practice in
nursing, as you know; and just now
nurses with any experience are very
much wanted everywhere. Ishall make
my way south, and volunteer to help in
the hospitals; and have no fear but
what shall be accepted
The old man seemed to mediate for
few moments, and then he drew a long
breath, as If bracing himself for some
final effort, and said more firmly:
Yes, that viii doubtless be the best
plan; but, in any case. you must not go
alone. Take my man Dawson with you;
he's sharp fellow, with plenty of cour-
age; he may be useful to you in case of
need. Now, hand me that cordial on the
table; Unjust keep up my strength, for
have much to do yet, and little enough
time left to do it In"
The peasants of Munster were won't
to say that the ssbad Forteseues," as they
expressively called the wild race to
which the viscount belonged, had sal
ways the most life in thin list whin
they wor goin' TO die;" and this saying
was as true Of the last Lord Doneraile
as of his terrible forefathers. Propped
up with pillows, he wrote rapidly for
nearly half an hour without once paus-
ing to rest, while the sick room was a
scene of incessant though perfectly noise
less bustle-people coming and going,
servants gliding off on errands or re-
turning from them, and Constance Leigh
herself standing ready to give to the in
valid the various things for which he
ASKED from Time TO Time
AT length all seemed to be done, and
the old man, sinking back exhausted on
his pillow, said family:
81 have done as you asked me, Con-
stance; are You satisfied"
The girls only answer was to bend
over him and kiss his forehead; but that
simple, childlike caress said more than
any words
Then followed long silence, broken
at length by the now low and feeble
voice Of the dying man:
You look tired, my poor child; will
you not go and rest?'
81 won't leave you,p she answered
simply; and another long pause ensued,
in the dead hush of which was heard the
ghostly tick of the clock, marking off
the last moments of that wasted life.
In the subdued light the strongly marked
face that lay powerlessly back ON the
pillow began to assume a weird likeness
to the feshless outline of skull, and
Constance Leigh, though as brave as any
soldier who had fought that day at Get
tysburg, felt herself shrinking instinct
lively from what seemed like the visible
presence of death.
At last the sick man spoke again, in a
voice which was now barely above a
whisper:
"Will you pray for me, Constance? /
cannot, for it would be like coward to
cry for mercy, now that l am helpless,
after having laughed at such things all
my life when was strong and full of
health, but if there is a God, he will
surely hear such prayers as yours"
And Constance did pray for him with
all her heart and soul. She forgot the
countless insults hurled at her by this
mans bitter tongue-his mean suspi-
cions of her, the cruel wrong that she
and her lover had suffered at his hands,
and remembered only that he was dying,
and that he had no one to care for him
or to love him.
Another draught Of the cordial re-
viyed the failing man once more, and he
spoke with all his wonted firmness:
when you find him--for find him
You will-tell him forgive him, and
ask him to forgive me; and when you
are happy together
He broke off suddenly, and the girl,
looking at him, saw that he had lifted
his head and seemed to be gazing in