The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1897-01-13

Ysabelf Well, II Is she. You know how
she has shaved among the poor devils in
this horrible hole. You can never know
the devotion Of this gentle maiden TO her
self-sacrihcial duties. Evidently a woman
OF culture aud refinement, she has shaved
for the poor blacks as earnestly as for
those OF higher caste. Now she IL i'll
sick unto death. | have tried TO iearn
who aud what she is. but without success
Tonight as she fell into delirium she
muttered the word George Il couple OF
times. My God. man. what is the mat
ter with your l have feared il, you
have the fever"
mo, doctor. No fever but that OF ter.
ror. Feel my pulse. take my temperature
and you will see the plague has exempted
me so far. But you say she muttered
my nameT'
Certainly, your name. But-GOd in
heaven, can it be possible? Quick, man,
come with me-"
Out into the night rushed the two men,
| one torn by thousand conflicting emo
| tons. He knew the resolute temper Of
his sweetheart and fearing she had seen
his downfall and had returned in spite OF
all. he felt a fear Juggling at his heart
which stifled him. Yet he ran bhndly af-
ter the doctor until they reached a small
house where dim light could be seen
near the open window. Here DIR. Wright
halted aud cautioned the excited man TO
exercise care.
Care, Who should be more tender
than 1? II 1t is my love | will nurse her
back into life" hoarsely said the young
Northerner Let me in. Don't you see
this suspense is killing mef God, It il
sher' and he fell on his knees beside the
pallet ON which the form of u young WON
an in the gray garb of the sisters lay ex
tended. His voice reused the sick CIR
from her stupor. She glanced around the
room with frightened eyes and then sud
denly started up.
George she said feebly. "you heTe
Oh. go away. You will take the feye
and die. Don't stay. Take him away
doctor. for my sake"
mo. Here l stay Tell me how yol
came here and what does this dres
meanT
This dressT replied Mamie. "Oh thi
belonged to a young nun who lost her lii
out in the camp. | was thrown from tn
train. dear, and when | came back HON
my father" and here the poor, ema
, cisted form writhed in agony.
Yes, yes"
1T was the law, George. He could no
, help il. But he turned me back. ! SAY
, you fall. | went to this camp, then
! fearful place Of contagion and terror,
, slipped in during the night, when IN
! guard did not see me- and begged 10
] food. The nun had died during the nigh
: | prevailed on DIR. Stefano, who had jus
come, to permit me to assume the CARL
| thought you were dead. ! did not car
what became Of me. They told me 20
never regained consciousness, | wa
: driven from home by the plague and for
. ed TO wander an Outcast by my only pa
: emit | wore the garb out there. The
: the good doctor came here. Again | SUI
: ceeded in prevailing on him to take n
= with him. He said had helped him Of
. there way should not do So IN here
:, Besids, i was home, and longed for
4 ! cams and worked until this mornin
: Then | fell ILL., Now I'm dying. Ye
dearest I'm dying. No skill can save N
| have worn the infected clothing t
long and was too much broken dow
when put them on for any hope Of Il
to remain. We must part now. Oh, Il
pain of the parting! But, when | II
gone, tell my father | forgive him. Ye
1t Is rest now. Meet me above the stars
Fainter and fainter the strugglil
breath came and went. AS the day daw
ed, another day of horror, with its m,
CHESS sun to bake and seorch the doom
populace, the gentle spirit took fiigl
Conscious TO the last, In the arms Of h
despairng lover she sank TO her eterr
rest with peaceful smile on her vast
features.-Chicago Chronicle.