Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-10-07

her. he let but that little distance in
tervene between them
The hot blood mounted to her face
and yet an instructive sense OF care
and protection mingled with what she
named presumption.
Every night after IL was the same.
Earlier or later. as she might chance
to be. he was near her. nor left her till
she was safe within her own home
One night he approached her.
There will be fighting o-morrow.
you. You must not go out alone.
Promise me that you will not "
For a moment she was almost
tempted into forgetfulness that he was
German. For a moment she was
almost tempted to answer-'i prom
ise" then she recovered herself and
turned holly and indignant upon him.
Pass my word to you? she said
Ito you my enemy-the enemy whom
l hate"
And you my enemy, are the en-.
envy 1 lover he replied. Why
should | love a woman TO whom
have spoken scarce twenty words in
my lie. and who has answered me
with scorn and contempt always?
know not Some strange freak Of
fate perhaps but so it is | may go
out to morrow 10 meet my death Ii
] should. doubtless you will never
know that thus France has avenged
herself; but l should like to feel you
sometimes gave me one kindly
thought even as my last thought
living or dying. will be for the woman
who gave me a stone for the heart
offered her. But for heavens sake
promise me you will not go out alone
to- morrow. Do not let me have the
added torture that you are in peril. :"
They had reached the gate ere this
Her hand was on the bell She
opened her lips meaning to rebuke.
but 10 instead the two simple words.
Il promise!" alone eminated from
them in low and thrilling whisper.
Before she had OWNED his inten-
ton. he had caught in his the lit
tie gloved fingers and raised them to
his lips The neAt moment the gate
swung to between them. and Olive
flying TO her own room had flung her
self in burst OF bitter sobb ng on the
bed.
He was German and she-hated
him.
Three days after she paused beside
two surgeons in earnest consultation.
There's but one way to save
him. said one 'It's an ugly wound.
but he's sinking from loss OF blood.
II we could get some one to submit to
TRANSMISSION l think he would re-
cover"
''lmpossibler' answered the other.
And Olive passed on into the room
whore lay the sufferer She paused
beside the cot He was lying. white
and inseusible upon the pillow. his
head bound in blood stained ban
dages; but all changed as he was she
recognized him. and fell with low
cry. beside him.
TO her he was nameless but he
was tho German whom she-hated.
and the man whom she--lovedl
All. in that moment she knew the
truth and then she remem be red the
surgeons words. They were about
separating when she returned to
them
''You said TRANSMISSION would save
him." she said Il am strong and
am ready"
And rolling back her sleeve she
disclosed her bare white arm, with
its dimly- outlined blue veins
A little while the physician de-
murred but It was new experiment
in science and in the end she had her
way.
She did not even shudder as the
sharp lance penetrated her vein
and the faintness which orept over
her-the deadly faintness-as the
blood poured from her veins into his
was ecstacy, for though to her 1t
might mean death to him 1t was life
her lifo for his.
She swooned before the operation
was completed and days had passed
before she could rally even to know
that her sacrince had been in vain.
But tho terrible days were over.
when Olive was allowed TO once more
assume her role as nurse. Max Mey-
der was still in need OF all her care;
but when she stood once again beside
him he looked at her with wide. open.
conscious eyes. into which as he rec
ogpized her there came look Of in
effabls happiness.
MY loveW he murmured. and then
fell asleep with her hand clasped
tight In his.
Through long weeks she nursed
him-woeks which taught her that all
her future must be wretched ness,
since her promise to her dead father
forbade that he should share it.
But one evening as they sat to-
gother Ia the twilight ne almost
wholly convalescent now. he spoke
thom. as in low endearing acoents
he asked her to be his wife.
Amid bitter sobs she told him all
then. and hid her face within her
hands. But be gently drew them
down. and drew her head upon his
heart.
MY own" he said. your sacrifice
has borne it's fruit Your husb
must boast French blood in his veins