The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-08-29

young fellows were brought to the hos pital door with an order from the palace for their admission. Each was assisted by two comrades, who held him up un- der the arm-pits, and sank into a pitt ful heap on the floor when the helping hands were withdrawn. Just then the steward came along. Tn Gods $ name" said he, what are these yellow fever men doing here? Out with them quick as you can" Pity them as we did, there was no help for 1t. Some of the immune nurses hurried the fanting fellows back over the long pier, down the street and across another pier to the suspect building, another and smaller boat-house a few rods from our hospital. There the poor fellows wait ed, more dead than alive, until the boat came; then, with two suspects" and yellow fever corpse dashed on a board, they were taken to Siboney, sixteen miles distant. A sadder sight I hope never to see than that boat-load of the quick and the dead-the outstretched corpse in it's sheet the most conspicu- ous object, and the living men in their mud stained uniforms and gray slouch hats, trying to keep up brave front on their way to almost certain death. The same thing may happen to any of us, o-morrow-to-day. Two lines of a half-forgotten poem run continually through my mind:
 "The wind howls heavy with death and
 sorrow
 To-day it is thee; maybe me to-mor-
 row."
 Yesterday darl-haired young Irish man lay on cot so close beside me that with one sweep of my fan I could keep the flies off both him and Guy" This morning the cot was empty. What has become of the man who was here?" I asked the nearest male attendant Ask he an easier one; he's dead" re- piled the immune with ghastly at tempt at wit. Yellow Jack got hold of him in the night. We started him off for Siboney, but he didn't live to get there"
 Another sad, sad case is that of Cap- tain Feederle, of Akron, Ohio. A hand some and gallant young officer, the pie ture of robust health and beloved by everybody, he came into the hospital the other day suffering from headache, He said he was not a bit sick, but thought he would like to lie down and rest awhile. He was given cot, his head bandaged with cold water, and presently he seemed to feel very com- fortable. Happening to recognize me, as I sat by Guy at the other end of the room, he sent to ask if I would come and talk to him awhile. I went, and for half an hour we chatted of Ohio friends and of long-ago camping expe- riences among the small lakes of the Western Reserve. When I left him he was in most cheerful mood, saying that he expected to be sent home with his regiment in day or two. What was my horror on going next morning to the hospital to be told that his was a pro- nounced case of yellow fever, and that the boat had already been sent for to take him to Siboney, Hurrying to his side I said, Captain, I hope you are not worried. I have had yellow fever, and you can see how we'll and strong I am.' He replied, Mrs. Ward I am not worried I shall pull through, please God. But would like to write to my wife and children Quickly procuring pencil and paper, I awaited his dicta- tion. He closed his eyes a moment, so that none should see if there were tears in them, and waited to get full com mand of himself; then in voice that never faltered, he dictated, ITO my loved ones" It was a sensible, manly letter, calculated to relieve the anxious hearts at home, yet fully realizing that it might be his last words to them in this troubled world.
 Then he wrapped himself in his blan- ket, for the chilly stage of the fever was already upon him, and resigned himself to his fate, like the true brave soldier that that he is. If courage and good sense can carry man through, Captain Feederle will outlive the fever. God grant that the bright, promising young life may be spared to his family.
 FANNIE BRIGHAM WARD