The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-11-25

have no nurses, no appliances. The disease
is spreading, and here you blunder-"
70, but you can depend on me, believe
me. Let me carry the little girl. She was
always fond OF me.n
Through the saloon, which was very clear
before them, fastened the three, the stricken
child close to Joe's heart, her tiny arms
| clasped about his neck. Poor simple Joe
How the major would have laughed had he
known his delight from that conhding en-
brace. When they reached the remote
| room Joe laid his charge on the COUCH and
saying, I'm forage for comforts" hurried
away, soon TO return heavily laden. And
Mary watched him with eyes heavy with
regrettul knowledge.
Come. my fine fellow, what shall do
with your asked the doctor without tho
suspicion of a rasp
20, you can't discharge me-" replied Joe
lightly. "pm going with you into the steer
age"
"But-" expostulated Mary.
There are no butts, my dear. After all,
what difference can ID maker
What difference, indeed, to poor Joe, who
welcomed this oataclysm as a refuge from
despair; yet, ahl what difference to the
writing wretches below, who found hope
In those fierce black eyes and courage from
the light Of that long white face, aud who
welcomed that uneven step as che glide OF a
O.
deed, did his constant brotherly solioitude
make to Mary in her extremity, difference
bitter IN its very tenderness from the con-
trast which IL foundi
And the great ship sped toward her home,
which was TO prove a rampant armed
against her; and denser and more noxlous
grew the cloud that eDoompassed her. The
major boasted or walled as stimulant waxed
or waned. The Dennings and the Gran
gers prayed for their children even while
despalring of their own safety. And night
after night the following pillows shrank
back from the CHASTITY jetsam that plunged
through their foam.
All, bitter is that frost which Just prs-
cedes fruition w hen the port was gained
aud safety within arms reach, thea the
stern veto OF quarantine caused even the
resolute to blanch and quake. To the
major the inhibition was the out OF the
scissors of fate. 1t was late one night that
stalwart form slipped over the rail of the
steamship and stealthily dropped into the
chilly waters of the bay. The skies we're
heavy, the east wind was rising, the tide
was tumultuous and adverse; yet with
desperate energy the swimmer main
tanned logged advance toward
the shore. That grim, gray light
which spreads before sunrise was touching
the face OF the earth with corpse-like hue
when he rested exhausted on the beach. For
momeub only. The rude seafaring tnhab-
Itants we're alert against such fugitives
Their pickets espied aud seized him. Under
guard and followed by a rabble of the mis-
guided and the vicious whom panic always
joins as allies, he was led TO the wharf to be
returned to the steamer. To be returned 10
that haunt Of pestilencei AS soon as the pris-
oner perceived bis fate there was a strug-
gle, blow, a dash for freedom, and he was
lying over the dunes with the bowling
pack behind him. He WAS gaining. his
escape was certain, when there was a shot.
stagger. fall. Then silence and solitude.
save for the sssitteriDg WRITINGS Of sharp
eyed birds, and Mai. Herbert Knox lay
with his face to the break of day at peace
from that terror Of which he was a victim,
Disaster moves not In circles; its paths
have we'll defined ends. At length the
ships were released, the dead buried. the
convalescsnt discharged. The great hos
pitfalls we're vacant, but in the doctors
quarters an anxious little knot was watch
log by a bedside. Unscathed by cholera
Joe Palmer had yielded to exhaustion. and
now was wasting under low, lingering
fever.
ITS not that he must die, +" said the ships
physician with a tremor, not a rasp. but
he doesn't seem to care TO live"
With SOD. Mary Denning kneIt by the
cot. sit does not make difference dear, ("
she whispered, and she kissed the sensitive
lips. The fierce black eyes opened, and in
them she read the joyous return of life.