Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-04-28
uto yo / stop in this snow and this wind

That's pity" Maurice Sandys said,
with II half smile, "because I'm going to
stop some time"
81 wash my hands of you," Edward Ly-
saght retortcd angrily, and Maurice San
dys turned to go back to the people who
needed heart so much. One by one they
were guided across the snow into safety,
and at last there were left in the landslip
only Maurice Sandys, the Irish doctor and
q couple of laborers from Lanbery. "Are
you satisfied now, Mr.. Sandys?" the doe
tor asked satirically, 'or would you like
to picnic here till nightfall? Hold up, my
boy, moving quickly forward as Maurice
reeled back step, his hand pressed to his
side. Here, my good fellows, bear a
hand"-
"No, I'll walk Maurice Sandys inter
rupted, setting his teeth to keep back a
groan, IF you'll let me have your arm. !"
So in silence and in infinite anguish the
return journey was made, and then the
man who had saved 70 men Of Lanstead
gave up fighting against his pain and was
carried up to his bedroom-he refused to
be laid in any of the lower rooms-and
there ministered to as tenderly as possible,
but with no definite result. Presently,
however, the rapid breathing quieted n
little, and something of color came into
the gray face pressed against the cushion
in the big chair-he had absolutely de-
clined to lie down on his bed-and now no
pulled himself upright in the chair and
held out his hand to Drysdale.
well, Jack? Did brighten your sister
very badly2 Tell her-afterward-ho sor-
ny was"
"Did you know what you were doing?'
Mr.. Drysdale asked hurriedly. at was
willfully throwing your life away if you
did, Maurice"
II was always good runner, Maurice
Sandys said, smiling across at Lysaght,
"but didn't expect you to approve, Jack.
p He stopped short, biting his lips to
keep back groan. "Of course deserve
this for playing the fool with angina pee.
toris,' he whispered, as Lysaght bent
hastily over him, "but-can't you chloro.
form me and put me out Of my pain, doc.
tor?'
Dr.. Lysaght shook his head.
Commit murder with a pillar Of the
church not more than yard awayp Not
| l, Mr.. Sandys. Besides, you're not going
to die just yet"
"Noy" Maurice Sandys writhed around
in his chair and pressed his tortured face
into the pillow again. "For Gods sake,
how much longer must stand this!"
"Two or three hours" Lysaght said
| gently my dear lad, wish you didn't
take SO much killing, but it won't be as
bad as this all the time.
"Ah, thank God!' Maurice Sandys
| whispered as the paroxysm passed. "There
are no business affairs to see to. My will $
| over there in my desk, and you must put
| me away underground as quickly as you
can. Lysaght, will you give me some wa
ter? My mouths like kiln. Drysdale'
Eyes my dear fellow"
at makes me sick to think Of the vault
butt wistfully, 'would it be playing
fair? My father and mother and all the
other Sandys are down there. What noise il
that, Lysaghts'
"Some of the Lanstead men cheering
outside" DR.. Lysaght said quickly. "Cal
to your sister and young Stebbing, Drys
dale, and tell them to go down to the men
and send them off. Tell them to say Mr.
ndys'-dropping his voice almost to @
whisper-"must not be disturbed-that
he is dying
"Nothing of the sort,' Maurice Sandyi
said in a strong voice. "I'll see them my
self. No, I'm not wandering, Drysdale
| Iysaght knows that. Give me hand up
will you, doctor2 Thanks, as Gerald Steb
bling came quietly up to him and threw ,
soft plaid over his shoulders-one Mau(
Drysdale had been wearing an hour be
fore. "Open the window, will you, doctor
Who's that on the balcony, Miss Drysdale?'
Maud Drysdale turned with little CT,
and caught at the hand he held out to her
"Oh, Mr.. Sandys You are better9 Ant
| was afraid
much BETTER Maurice Sandys salt
quietly, holding up his free hand to checl
the wild cheers that greeted him. "Pleas
don't cheer me. only ran; the parsol
here worked" He leaned forward a littl
more, speaking louder. IF you want tt
cheer, choose DR.. Lysaght and the mel
who worked under him. Cheer them ant
do it with will. Shut the window
| please"
He regained his armchair without Steb
bing's help and sat down with deprecat
ing glance at Maud Drysdale.
"They make me feel ashamed, he sait
rather breathlessly. II wish"-
"How pale and shaken you look" Maut
/, said solicitously. "Shall get you littl
wine, Mr.. Sandys?"
"No, thanks. Yes, perhaps you d better
The special port. Mrs. Mallow knows. !
will put little more life in me, M
child" Then as the girl hurried away
"Go after her, Stebbing, and keep her on
of the room quarter of an hour. shan
take more. Shake hands.
The curate FASTENED after Maud, ant
now Maurice Sandys lifted his head ant
looked straight into Edward Lysaght'
eyes,
"You were wrong, doctor" he said, try
ing to speak without gasp between eacl
word. "I'm going. Shut the window
Drysdale; Pm cold"
"My dear Maurice, it is shut"
Don't let her come in" the master @
Lanstead said, glancing at the door. "
acknowledgement her. r.
He lifted fold of Maud's plaid in hi
nerveless hands and covered his face wit
it, and so lay for minute or two. The
DIR. Lysaght went to his side and uncover
ed his face gently. But Maurice Sandy
had no more need Of air Black and White
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