Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-08-03

Anne wonders how it is she has never noticed before that he is q well sci handsome man. Nor, indeed. is he so very old looking. Is it trick of the din, light or what? He looks almost young But why should he not look young. see ing he is only 36, and at 36 a man is in hls prime. Anne wonders why she has always thought of him as an elderly ner. son.
 A portrait of one of John's ancestors hangs over the great mantelpiece-of that sturdy Captain Ingerfeld who fought the kings frigate rather than give up one of his people. Anne glances rom the dead face to the living and notes the strong likeness between them. Through her half closed eyes she sees the grim old captain hurling back his message of defiance, and his face is the face she saw a few hours ago, saving: Il mean to stop here with you and do what can for you. None of my people shall want ,
 John is placing chair for her at the table, and the light from the candles falls upon him. She steals another glance at his face-a strong, stern. handsome face, capable of becoming a noble face Anne wonders if it has ever looked down tenderly at any one; feels q sudden, fierce pain at the thought; i; dismisses the thought as impossible; :; wonders nevertheless how tenderness would suit it; thinks she would like to see look of tenderness upon it, simply out of curiosity; wonders if she eyer will.
 Typhus is the creatures name. At first it turks there unnotieed, fattening upon the rich, rank food it finds around ii, until, grown too big to longer hide, it boldly shows its hideous head, and the white face of terror runs swiftly. through alley and street, crying as it runs, forces itself into John mgerfeld' 8 counting house and tslla its tale.
 John IngerAeld sits for awhile think ing. Then he mounts his horse and rides home at as hard a pace as the condition of the streets will allow. h the hall he meets Anno going out and stops her.
 Don't come too near me, " he says quietly. HTyphus fever has broken out at Limehouse, and they say one can communicate it, even without having it oneself. You had better leave London for few weeks. Go down to your fa- ther's. Twill come and fetch you when it is all over. ,
 He passes her, giving her 8 wide berth, and goes up stairs, where he re- mains for some minutes ill conversation with his valet. Then coming down he remounts and rides off again.
 After little while Anne goes up into his room. His man is kleeling ill the middle of the floor packing valise. Where are you to take it?p she asks
 tDown to the wharf, ma am, an- swers the man. MT. Ingerheld is go- ing to be there for day or two J
 Then Anne sits in the great empty drawing room and takes her turn at i thinking.
 John Ingertield finds on his return to Limehouse that the evil has greatly in creased during the short time he has been away. Famed by fear and igno- rance, fed by poverty and dirt, the scourge is spreading through the dis. trict like fire. Long smoldering in secret, it has now burst forth at 50 diff ferent points at once. Not street, not a court, but has its lease. Over a dozen of Johns hands are down with it already. Two more have sunk prostrate beside their work within the last hour The panic grows grotesque. Men and women tear their clothes off, looking to see if they have anywhere upon them a rash or a patch of mottled skin; find that they have. or imagine that they have, and rush screaming half undressed into the street. Two men, meeting ill a narrow passage, both rush back, too frightened to pass each other A boy stoops down and scratches his leg-not an action that under ordinary circum- stances would excite much surprise in that neighborhood. h an instant there is wild stampede from the room, the strong trampling on the weak i'll their eagerness to escape.
 These are not the days of organized defense against disease. There are kind hearts and willing hands in London town, but they are not yet closely enough 1 as this. There are hospitals and charities galore, but these are mostly i'll the city, maintained by the city fathers for tho exclusive benefit of poor citizens and members of the guilds. The few free hospitals are already oyercrowded and i'll prepared squalid outlying Lime house, belonging to nowhere, cared for by nobody, must fight for itself.
 John Ingerfeld calls the oldermen to- gether, and with their help attempts to instill some sense and reason into his terrified people Standing on the step of his counting house and undressing as many of them as are not too scared to listen, he tells them of the danger of fear and of the necessity for calmness and courage.
 we must face and fight this thing like men, " he cries ill that deep, din conauering voice that has served the In gerfelds in good stead on many steel 1 swept field. on many storm struck sea.