The Newtown bee., 1898-02-04
night as only comes flom a human be. inp in mortal aOonv

night as only comes flom a human be- ing in mortal agony.
 "Oh, John, save me save mel' John | opened his eyes to sec his sister rushing | toward him like pillar of fire. With | great presence of mind he caught up the l woolen blanket and threw it around her in some miraculous way he got her one of the back door and wrapping the blanket round and round, he held her down on the grass, writhing and scream ing in her agony.
 The doctors face was white and set, but there was on it look which spoke mot of death-but of deliverance." Waterloo was far behind bim, with the mists and the miasma of the night This that confronted him now, terrible as it was-held possibilities of youth and hope. He compassed the situation-he calculated the chances-he threw his whole soul into the balance, and be- lieved that he should win. With soldier. like precision he marshal led his forces, and issued his orders.
 tMike yoke the oxen into the biggest hay cart, and put on it the best feather bed Boys, bring out the pillows and blankets. Lib, get the best chamber in order-put on the softest linen sheets. Be lively! All ready! start"
 The doctor squared his broad shoulders and headed the strange procession, as if he was marching on to Austerlitz
 Down the hill they went, the old hay
 cart creakipg solemnly over the stones. The morning light was just breaking in
 the east.
 As they drew up before the little
 brown house not minute was to be
 lost. The thing to be done that hour
 was only we'll done if done quickly. Fl
 must take one look st my mother first,"
 sobbed the agonized girl, as the doctor
 lifted her in his strong arms tenderly.
 'You shall, my child! Keep quiet !!
 Steady now"
 The first ray of the rising sun shot
 over the bed as the doctor stopped to the dying woman. She lifted up her
 hands and placed them on the head of
 her child.
 "Oh, Susan, my baby, my little one !! that you should go cut to die like this !'' ''Susan shall not die, by the grace of
 God! She goes, not to die, but to livev'
 The doctors eyes were misty, but his voice rang out like clarion. It had been a source of great pride to Mike and the little boys that the doc tor was the owner of the only car riage the village possessed. That he r never was known to drive in it was due to an automatic law. "One body can-
 not occupy two places at one time.' , If he was in his sulBy behind Fan, or on , Dragons back, he could not be in his f carriage, therefore what time it was , not loaned it was "put up' to accumu- r late dust.
 3 But it happened one bright morning in the early fall that passer-by would have observed unusual excitement ir 2 the carriage-house. Mike and the little D boys were busy shaking out cushions, dusting, polishing and greasirg. In tht t midst of all this commotion who should
 appear at the door but Squire Bowles'l little colored boy Pete. 'sWhat for yel T done go clean up dat ere kerridge?' e Now if there was one thing more thar i. another that Mike detested in his inmos n soul 1t was darky. He was bound, bI v the price of his head, to treat Lib witt g all proper defer3nce. Tle Hebrew poe f must have had some such vision as Lit t in his mind when he informed thu i. daughters of Jerusalems of woman e ssblack, but comedy" Moreover, Lii