Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1897-06-18

tomorrow on the slItet' DO nO' IO'
me- have the added torture that
you are in peril
They had reached the gate ere
this. Her hand was on the bell.
She openei her lips. meaning to
scathingIy utter mis- deserved
rebnke, bat 10! instead the Two
simple words, Il prom seq alone
issued from them in low thrill
Ing whisper,
Before she had OWNED his IN
tentioD, he had caught h hand /"
his the little, gloved dugers aud
raised them to bis lips. The mex
moment the gate swung 20 be
tween them, aud II lrie, lying III a
burst ot bitter sobhing on the bed
he was a Prussian, and she
hated him.
Three days later she passed be
side two surgeons. In earnest cou-
versatlOn.
There's but one way to save
him. said one. 'It's an ugy
wound, but he's sinking from loss
of blood. If we could get some one
to submit to TRANSMISSION, | think
he would recover.
TmpossibIei' answered the other
Aud Marie passed ON to the
room where lag the sufferer. She
paused beside the cot. He was ly
lug. white and iDsensible, upon
the pillow, his head bound IN
blood stained bandsges, but all
changed az he was she recognized
him and fell, with a low cry, be-
side him.
To her be was nsmeless, bat he
was the Prussian whom she-hat-
ed, and the man whom she loved
Ah, IN that moment she knew
the truth, and then she remember
ed the surgeons words. They
were about separating when she
returned to them.
You said TRANSMISSION wOuld save
him, she said. Il am strong and |
am ready
aud rolling back her sleeve,
she disclosed her bare, white arm,
with its dlmly-outIIned blue veins.
A little while the physicians de.
murred but.ln the end she had her
way.
She did not shudder as the sharp
lancet penetrated her vein, and
the falntness which crept over
her-the deadly taiutneess-as
the blood poured from her veins
into his, was ecstasy; for though
to her it might mean death, to
him il was lite. her life tor his.
She swooned before the opera
tlon WAS completed, and days had
passed before she could rally even
70 know that her sacrifice had not
been in yalu-dsys when Paris
had been rached by a biltereT foe
than the hated Prusslan, even her
own inhabitants.
Bat the terrible days were over
when Marie was allowed to oncr
mere assume her role as nurse;
Ernest Hauptman was still III nee"
of all her care, but when she STOOD
once again beside him, he looked
at her with wide-open, conscious
eyes. into which as he recognized
.,et. there came a look of lnetfdblt
happiness.
NV loye!' be murmered, aud
then he tell asleep, with her haud
cIssped right In his
Through loug weeks she nurseo
him. weeks which taught her that
all her future must be vrelcbed
nes. since her promise to her DEAD
father forbade that she should
share it.
How dare she tell Ernest OF i
until she spoke the words whlcl
nnsealed her silencef
But one evening as they sat to
gether IN the twilight, he almos
wholly convslesceut now he spoke
them ss in low, endearlng accents,
he asked her 10 be bis wife.
Amid bitter sobs, she told blu
all then aud hid her face within
her hands. But he gently drew
them down and drew her nea'
upon MS heart.
MY own he said, 'Your sacrl
fee has borne its fruit. Your bus
band must boast French blood II
his veins, forsooth! Have J, then
none in minei Did you not mingl
yonrs with mine-the very bloo'
of Pierre Duval himselfi All, NJ I'll
keep your vow to your dead f"the
and keeping it, give yourselt L
mep
10 sllant rapture Marie listene
10 the words; but as her arm
Il 4. hakn