Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1892-12-14

Ever night after, it was the same.
Earlier or later, as she might chance
to be, he was near her, nor left hel
till safe within her own home. One
night he approached her.
There will be fighting to-mor.
row." he said. II cannot be here
to aid you. You must not 90 out
alone. Promise me you will not"
For a moment she was almost
tempted into forgetfulness that he
was a German. For moment she
was almost tempted to answer
II promiseT then she recovered
herself, and turned holly and indig-
nantly upon him.
"Pass my word to your she said
Ito you, my enemy--the enemy
whom | hate!"
"And you, my enemy, are the
enemy | love!" he replied. "Why
should | love a woman to whom
have spoken scarce twenty words in
my life, 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 tomorrow to meet death.
If should, doubtless you will ney.
er know that thus France has
avenged herself; but | should like
to feel you sometimes gave me one
kind thought, even as my last
thought, living or dying, will be OF
the one woman who gave me q
stone for a heart l offered her. But,
for heavens sake promise me you
will not go out alone tomorrow.
Do not let me have the added tor
ture that you are in peril
They had reached the gate ere
this. Her hand on the bell. She
opened her lips, meaning to rebuke,
but 10, instead, the two simple
words, II promise!" alone emanated
from them in a low and thrilling
whisper.
Before she had OWNED his inten.
ton, he had caught in his the little
gloved fingers and raised them tc
his lips. The next moment the
gate swung to between them, anc
Olive, flying to her own room, had
flung herself in a burst of bitter
sobs on the bed.
He was a German, and she hated
him.
Three days after she paused be-
side two surgeons in earnest con.
sultation.
There's but one way to save
him" said one. ats an ugly wound
but he's sinking from loss of blood
If we could get some one to sub
NIT to TRANSMISSION, | think he would
recover"
"Impossible!" answered the other
And Olive passed on into the
other room where lay the sufferer
She paused beside the cot. He was
lying, white and insensible, upon
the pillow, his head bound in blood
stained bandages; but, all changed
as he was, she recognized him, and
fell, with low cry beside him.
To her he was nameless, but he
was the German whom she-hated
and the man whom she-loved.
All, at that moment she knew the
truth, and then she remembered the
surgeons words. They were about
to separate when she returned to
them.
"You said TRANSMISSION would save
him." she said, II am strong and ]
am ready"
And she rolled back her sleeve,
and disclosed her bare, white arm,
with its dimly-outlined blue veins.
A little while the physicians de-
INJURED, but it was a new expert
ment in science, and in the end
she had her way.
She did not even shudder as the
sharp lancet penetrated her vein,
and the faintness which crept over
her-the deadly faintness--as the
blood poured from her veins into
his was ecstasy; for though to her
it might mean death, to him it was
life-her life for his.
She swooned before the operation
was completed, and days passed be.
fore she could rally even to know
that her sacrifice bad not been in
vain.
But the terrible days were over
when Olive was allowed to once
more resume her role as nurse
Max Meyder was still in need Of al
her care; but when she stood once
again beside him he looked at hel
with wide-open, conscious eyes, in
to which, as he recognized her
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