The times., 1898-10-23

And SO on down long and glorious list.
Nor were the disbursements neglected.
AS not a penny received was left unre-
corded by the mayor. so not a potato
or a handkerchief was given out which
the dainty fingers of st. Clairs wife
failed TO register. and to whom given,
in the huge yellow book. Lucky for St.
Clair. later. that it was SO, and lucky
for the little wife at the time, for t
kept her constantly occupied. freed her
mind from the awful fear which predis-
posed so many to the fatal malady and
made more tender the smile which wei
coined the mayor on his infrequent Wis
its. when nature clamored for immediate
food or rest. So 1t was that the yellow
book, with its pocket at the back, held
the whole story of the plague, and with
out it no man could know. at the end,
where any of his dead were placed.
On the 4th of September Charles A.
Whitney, of the Morgan Line, sent Dr.
Carson to attend the sick Before Oc-
tober l he. with the original three of the
board of health were laid away. No ply
sicians could be induced to come to
the relief of the stricken city. On the
10th of October the secretary of the re-
lief fund died, leaving only St. Clair of
the original twelve to serve. Dear old
Father Bedeau had succumbed long ago
no oSuei utd Coitit 10 Hi MS
place. The mayor was now doctor, secre-
tary. nurse. sexton, storekeeper. consol-
er of the living. and in many cases chief
mourner for the dead, and he had not
slept In a bed, undressed, since the plague
began.
One faithful helper he had. Later in Sep
tember 'Cadian Marie, the four-days'
bride of Hansen, walked into her faith
er's house. partially restored to mind
and body-love and grief stronger in her
than fever. The father alone. of his fam
lily, remained alive. and he was past bar
ring the door against her. She nursed
him. helped to bury him, and from that
hour 'Cadian Marie was as constant as
dog. and almost as speechless at the heels
of the mayor, helping where need was.
tireless, faithful, heart-broken. She COM
pretended that for her sake Hansen had
come bringing the scourge; for her. then,
had come all these graves. She had kill
ed them all: but she would save as many
as she could. Soon she was as well
known to sight as the dead-cart; almost
as mournful. She rooted. if al ALL with
the mayors wife, and was to him as his
stanch right-hand for service.
One gloomy day in October st. Clair
put away No. SOB. need not name him.
No one who knew could ever forget him.
or the scene at his grave, when Lord
Lowell. unable to bear the strain, put
pistol to his head and fell dead into the
shallow trench with his friend Lowell.
cog and St. Clair had been brothers
all the years of their manhood. Not
another of the lodge was left.
For the first time st. Clair faltered
Take me home, jarrett" he said II
think I've got my deathblow.''
The helper drove to Greenwood Street.
where St Glars wife stood in her door
way. white-lipped and smileless, wiring
ing her hands. The mayor sprang to her
side.
(which is 1t, sweetheart"
''The baby!''
Later this letter sped North:
Tiger island City, October IA, 1875
My Dear Mother:
l wrote you on the morning of the 10th. mailed
my letter. and went my way to the cemetery