Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-10-07

to you, and come up and see us soon.
 'Good-by, good luck to ye, ye always had the cheerin' word for sorrowin' heart Mary Ann," and Mrs. Bertelli took the lamp from the table and lighted the way to the long staircase.
 When the sound of her visitors foot steps had died away downstairs, she hurried into the little bedroom and was terrified by the girls appearance. Ma mics eyes were sparkling, @pd her face was flushed with fever.
 70, mammyl nanny, I'm so sick, so sick" she moaned, as her mother en- tered the room.
 T must get one O the neighbors to go for Dr. McArdle, mavourneen. Won't ye take sup O tay. me darlint, or can't do sometbin' fer ye? I'll lay a could cloth on yer forehead. It's burnin'."
 As the mother hurried to the sink to wet towel she heard the tramping of many feet on the stairs below, and then a loud rapping at the doors of the apart ments of the four families on each floor. As she was returning to her daughters bedside, the footsteps came nearer. There seemed to be at least half a dozen men in the party.
 Rat-tat-tat!
 They were at Mrs. Bertelli's own door now.
 "Who's there?" she asked, with some little perturbation.
 'Board of health inspectors" came the prompt answer. 'Open the door!"
 She turned the key in the lock, the door was flung open, and a stalwart member of the sanitary squad stepped into the room, followed by tall, kind ly faced man enveloped in an ulster. After him came others, until the small room was crowded with men.
 "Any body sick here?" asked the man in the ulster.
 ''Me daughter, sir," faltered Mrs. Bertelli.
 "Let us have look at her. Where is she?"
 Mrs. Bertelli pointed to the little bed room.
 "She's in there, sir" she said, in a voice broken with apprehension of evil.
 The big policeman picked up the lamp, and led the way into the apart ment, the man in the ulster following. A few moments of silence In the dark ness, and then the black figure of the tall man was outlined in the doorway against the lamplight.
 Dr. Raymond" he cried, in authori- tative tones, there's a well developed case here. Send out a call for the wagon. Officer, let no one except our party come in or go out of this room until 1t has been fumigated. Let me have some vaccine points"
 What is the matter?" cried Mrs. Bertelli, terror-stricken. "Your daughter has malignant smallpox" answered the man in the ulster, who was the chief inspector, land we are about to remove her to the hospital on North Brother island" " 'Oh! sir, don't take her away from me. She's all have in the world to love-me joy, me pride If ye take her from me she'll die in the pesthouse. OhI my''-
 Stand aside now, my good woman. We'll take good care of her. You | wouldn't imperil the health of the two hundred people in this house. would your"
 Day after day, regardless of pouring rain, driving snow or frosty blast, an Irishwoman, followed by short but brawny Italian, entered an office in the Health Department building and stood aside until the last person had been at tended to by the clerk, or until the lxind-hearted policeman detailed to the place had approached and asked the couple their business. Then, with sor rowful voice, the woman would say:
 "We had little gyurl, sir, who was sick. and they took her away from u' and sint her across the river. Mebbe sir, ye've got some word from her to day. Mebbe ye could find out for u bow she's gettin' along"
 What was the trouble?"
 Smallpox, sir"
 "HumI Hospital for contagiou
 diseases, North Brother island. Wha uame?"
 Mary Bertelli"
 "No. No word today"
 "Thank you, sir. No word, Tony,
 and they would walk away.
 In the hurry and hustle of grea
 city's charitable bureau, there is bu
 little time to answer the simple in
 quiries of simple souls, and no doctor
 bulletins are received from the grea
 island hospitals, recording the COT
 dition of the thousands of humble sui
 ferers; but there was look of dumt patent Rrle1 on the faces ana aGC1CuOe
 of the Bertellis that touched the heart of the clerk and the policeman. One bleak day the couple entered and in answer to the policeman's ques
 tions the clerks finger, running dow
 the page of his register, stopped sue
 denly midway, and he said in 10! 7 tone:
 "Ruml The little girl ts across tn , river"
 His tone was not low enough to e
 cape an anxious mothers ear. Sh
 clasped her hands, the tears of joy ra , down her cheeks, and she sobbed. . "God be praised. Do you hear, Tony : Our little gyurl is coming home."
 "You don't understand, my poo - woman" said the big policeman, ip s husky voice toned to a whisper. "Yol r little girl has gone home. Gone acro e the river, to a home where there's [ more sickness or trouble. Quick, Ton " Hand me glass of water. The poo r souls tainted, God help her. ."-Willia