The Press., 1893-08-17

rot? asked another, and from the re- zion of enchanted drowsiness where l seemed to finger caught myself listen ing for the third voice, which seemed to know would speak next. And didn't listen in vain, for even while struggled with the unseen forces that were hurry ing me away woman's voice. clear and strong and sweet US the notes of bell that was forever ringing in my ear, said:
 We believe in Gods mercy, and we believe that this poor pain racked body is about to throw open the door by which the spirit goes free; if closed window hinder it's going, we will throw every window in the old hospital as wide as the sky"
 And give the rest of the poor devils in the ward chance to catch mortal chill" responded the second voice. You are as consistent as the rest of your sex. Miss Brady"
 While yet the echo of the head doctors voice beat the air in circles of receding sound, 1 suddenly ceased to think, to hear. to feel. to be. And yet was. l knew by some newly developed sense that lay mute and white upon the cot which had supported my body so long, and that the fragrance of q prayer fioate6 through the awful stiffness of the room. 1t had no form nor sound, and yet some thing within me perceived it. as the lan- guid senses perceive the fragrance of newly mown hay upon a serene June morning.
 A continuous pageant of the most se- raphic vision unfurled in endless progress sion before me. saw the green hills of my childhood's home lift themselves like emerald bubbles in haze of enchanted air. saw the sapphire of the sea set in rim of violet dawns and daffodil moons. saw the stretch of desert sands like drifts of snow within the compass of a lonely land And in the midst of their bewildering vision l suddenly saw 8 cleaning slab within windowless room, where something long and white and still was lying Drops of ice were form ing on the edges of the slab, and death cold stream was purling across it's shin ing surface. Something that was not a voice. and which made itself manifest to me through other channels than the ear, spoke lightly of the grave wherein soon should lie.
 We will bury him tonight, it seemed to say. there will be no friends to in terfere. and there are too many dying these few days past to keep 'stiffs' over half day"
 But the law grants even stiff it's rights. responded the womanly voice had learned to know, i've have no right to bury him with such indecent haste"
 Right or no right. law or no law, he'll have to get out of this tonight. Y" re- piled the first voice.
 The contention had no effect upon the something within my ice bound frame which still held it's mysterious connec- tion with sentient life. That tilament, fine as the gossamer shred by which the spider binds together the ether and the rose. seemed an electric wire charged with messages from an unseen world could hear the rise and fall of angelic chor,lses like the dip of songful seas, and clear and sweet and distinct, above them all, heard the woman's voice l learned from out the cold embrace of death to note. .-
 He shall not be buried tonight, nor yet tomorrow. if that flush continues on his face"
 What flush are you talking aboutT' responded the doctor. bringing the light he carried nearer the face that lay upon the marble slab, where the ice drops were forming. crystal by crystal, like the beads one threads upon a growing strand.
 Why. the flush we both have noticed since we stood here. knew by the in tent gaze you bestowed upon what gen. erally demands but q passing glance that you discovered it when l did, and de mand that the body be removed 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. Il shall call stretcher to carry this living Dlan out of the morgue. Aft. erward we may resume our converse tion."
 "You shall do nothing of the sort" re- piled the doctor, placing his hand as he spoke upon the outstretched arm of the ursewith compelling force. You have made fool of yourself over this fellow from the first. Not hanger on in the ward but what 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 simply will smother the feeble pulse of life that fingers in his veins and make surety of his death. l"
 "You may be villain, but you are not B Rcoward, Dr. Ware" replied the woman, whose hand he still held. ITO refuse to give this man the chance to live would be the most sdespicable act of your life, and, so help me God, will denounce you as murderer before the first justice can find if you do not instantly sum- mon assistance and remove this body from this place.
 Not so fast, my dear. Every mo- ment's delay extinguishes more and more the chance for life, and if the attendants we shall summon find a dead man on theslab who will believe your hysterical story in the face of my statement that no sign of life existed? Women nurses are not in favor just at present with the board; they are too sensational, too emo