The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-06-25

palms aud entered a great hail open on.
three sides. TIC flung hlmfclt down In
! q rocking chair ami d group Of sea
captains who made this hotel their
headquarters. They were sitting silent
ana moody. Yellow fever was their sole
topic OF conversation Dread OF Il show
cd Itself on tkelr hnxio,is aces. Usually
Bryan was full OF scornt.l tnillery OF
this tinld colony. bit this evening he
Sat silent, too. wondering what mace
his head ache 70 lerrIIIcnlly, w.
II believe I'll 60 10 z my room and
write come letter.. My head fefls bad.
It's this cursed heat" said Bryan. ~
last. Several captains hastily moved
away from him az he arose, Bryan's
merry scorn returned for an inStant'
"Lnmsden, my hoy" he said. In mock
sollcltude, ~ sic the whites OF your eyes
are OF n yellow tlnge,n Lumslsy Elsped
In sudden terror. ami rushed away for
his fayorlte medicine. while Bryan went
10 hls letters. Several times the blind
Ing headache forced him 10 sttip writ
Ing. but at last he finished Ringing h.s
bell. he gave the servant two letters.
telling him 10 mail them ut once. One
letter was directed TO Mrs, Jerry. Bryan,
LIVERPOOL. The other was TO Mrs Rob-
crt Norris, New York. Dear, little
Molly! Stupid old BobN' he murmured,
his bright smile coming back for mn In
etant. Then he put his hand over his
eyes aud CROPPED bis way TO bed, Il am
70 tired. so tired" he cried YEARLY.
Toward. the evening OF the next day,
Bob Morris, cool and careless In his
snowy duck suit. sauntered down the
ouvldor. passed INTO tie Globo and flEal-
ly arrived Mt Charley TIues', the ship
chandler, where the English and Amer
lean captains congregated every day.l
Hasn't Captain Bryan cnme DOWN..
Norris asked OF Captain Lumley. who
sat by himself In n corner. rlnslnS hls
mouth from time to time with vinegar,
Down." repeated Lumaley. dlsmally.
II should say he wls down.. Down with
the worst kind OF Yellow Jack at our
hotel. He ought to have known better
than to bring It there"
Without reply, Morris wrenched
the door to'the little room where Dr.
King, the American physician, had his
Office. Come With me at once. doctor"
Norris said. POOR Jerry Bryan Is down
with the fever a. Tijuca."
They found him delirious, rolling his
head about on the pillow, and mutter-
Ing incoherently. Bob knelt beside the
bed, almost crying In the tenderness of
hls big heart. The moaning stopped.
and Bryan gruped about until he got
his arms about Bob's neck. The hand
was cold and moist. The handsome face
was cadaverous and leaden. 1t wore
i the look OF dread that comes TO those
that are stricken by the most fatal kind
ocyellow fever "Oh, doctor" cried Bob.
choking up. and asking no questions.
He knew he mus. write H. Mrs. Jerry
Bryan. Of Liverpool.
Al! that night Bob sat by the side OF.
the bed. and cared for Bryan with the
tenderness OF a woman. In his delir!um
he always talked OF Molly, my dear
little Molly He thought he was on
the bridge If the Fairfax, bringing the
steamer into Liverpool. Sure. and the
mate can take her now, Mr.. Pilot. I
must run below and get a shave before
go ashore. Molly will be waiting on
the dock, and Will want to rub her cheek
against mine when she kisses me-" he
cried, with faint return OF his old
buoyancy. Toward morning he grew
fretful. He Eoaned over and over
again, -"I want my sweetheart. want
my sweetheart" But when the day was
.dawpi?r misty Bryan came to himself.