The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1893-05-16

Q1Q, ana 1 demand That the DOQy De re-
moved to the ward until we investigate
the case"
THAT flush is only the reflection Of
your red dress" laughed the doctor.
"You are wasting time" said the
nurse. 81 shall call a stretcher to
carry this living nan out of the
morgue. Afterward we may resume
our conversation"
you shall do nothing of the sort"
replied the doctor, placing his hand as
he spoke upon the o~utstretched arm of
the nurse with compelling force. you
have made a fool Of yourself over this
fellow from the first. Not a hanger on
in the ward but what has noticed your
interest in his handsome face. You
are bound to me by ties you cannot
break, and rather than see you under
the enchantment of this fellow again l
simply will smother the feeble pulse of
life that fingers in his veins and make
a surety of his DEATH"
You may be a villain, but you are
not a coward, DR.. Ware" replied the
woman, whose hand he still held. ITO
refuse to give this man a chance to live
would be the most despicable act of
your life, and, so help me God, I will
denounce you as a murderer before
the first justice I can find if you do not
instantly summon assistance and re-
move this body from this place."
mot so fast my dear. Every mo
ment's delay extinguishes more and
more the chance for life, and if the at
tendants we shall summon find a dead
man on the slab who will believe your
h~ysterical story in the face of my state
ment that no sign Of life eXlsted7
Women nurses are not in favor just at
present with the board; they are too
sensational, too emotional, too indis-
Greet. Your bravado will eventuate
only in your own disgrace.
With the bound of a cat, the nurse,
while he was yet speaking, broke from
the doctors OBTAINING hold and reached
the door. Quick as thought she opened
it and flew down the long corridor.
Shall the future eternities hold for
me another moment fraught with such
pain as thrilled my tortured limbs
when the doctors malignant face bent
above my sealed eyes, and although
conscious of a vast reserve power l felt
myself unable to move the lightest
member or lift, by a single hairs
weight, the closed lids. I felt his
fingers press the delicate anatomy of
my throat, and I knew that he was
seeking to throttle the little life left in
my body. Every drop of blood be-
came a spear of flame to thrust my
quivering flesh, and the effort I made
to groan started what seemed to me tc
be showers of hot blood from every
pore.
The sound of hurrying feet and clam,
oring voices staid the doctors hand
before it's full purpose was accom-
plished, and raising himself from his
sitting posture he greeted the new.
corners with a brisk: "Hurry up boys!
I thought Miss Brady had fallen asleep
on the way. Lift this fellow up quickly
and carry him to the ward. He is
good for a long lease of life yet.
never knew how the doctor and
Miss Brady adjusted their quarrel.
Both retained their respective positions
for some time after my recovery
to health and removal to a western
city, where a stroke of long delayed
good luck reknit the raveled edge Of
my finances and placed me above
want.
Miss Brady finally resigned her posi-
ton at my suggestion and joined nj
in my western home as my beloved
wife. Of the doctors well farings O.
i'll Earrings we neither Of us knew
aught from that day onward AM
f0rever.-NeU York World