The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-02-07

gave up fighting against his pain end was
carried up to his bedroom-he refused to
DO 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 quoted q
little, and something of color came into
the gray faco pressed against the cushion
in the big chair-he had absolutely de-
cliDed to lie down on his bed-and now no
pulled himself upright IN the chair and
held out his hand to Drysdale
"Wel, Jack9 Did | Brighten your sister
very badly? Tell her-afterward-how sor-
ry was. l."
odd you know what you were doing?"
Mr.. Drysdale asked hurriedly. ut was
willfully throwing your life away if you
did, Maurice"
Il 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.
tori"
DR.. Lysaght shook his head
Commit murder with pillar of the
church not more than u yard away? Not
l, Mr.. Sandys. Besides, you're not going
to die just yet"
"No?" Maurice Sandys writhcd around
in his chair and pressed his tortured face
into the pillow again. For Gods sake,
how much longer must stand this!"
tJS,,n, I Al
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 Godv' Maurice Sandys
whispered as the paroxysm passed. "There
are no business affairs to see to- My Wills
over there in my desk, and you must put
me away underground as quickly as you
can. Lysaght, will you give me some wa
terp My mouths like kiln. Drysdale"-
eyes, my dear fellow"
sit makes me sick to think of the vault
but" wistfully, would it be playing
fair? My father and mother and all the
other Sandys are down there. What noise is
that, Lysaght!"
'Some Of the Lanstead men cheering
outside" DR.. Lysaght said quickly. "Call
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..
Sandys"-dropping his voice almost to
whisper not be Observation-Disclosures
he is dying"
"Nothing of the Sort" Maurice Sandys
said in strong voice. 'Ill see them my
self No, I'm not wandering, Drysdale
Lysaght knows that Give NE a hand up
xr,l nj. : n t,I
bling came quietly up to him and threw
'sllft plaid over his shoulders-onc Maud
Ilrysdale had been wearing an hour be-
fire. "Open the window, will you, doctor9
Who's that on the balcony Miss Drysdale?"
Maud Drysdale turned with little cry
ind caught at the hand he held out to her
"Oh, Mr.. Sandys You are better? And
was afraid
much better" Maurice Sandys said
quietly, holding up his free hand to check
the wild cheers that greeted him. PLEASE
don't cheer me. l only ran; the parson
hero worked" He leaned forward little
more, speaking louder. ''lf you want to
cheer choose DR.. Lysaght and the men
who worked under him. Cheer them and
do it with will. Shut the window,
please"
He regained his armchair without Steb-
bings help and sat down with Il deprecat-
ing glance at Maud Drysdale.
"Thcy make mo feel ashamed" he said
rather brtathlessly. II WISH
GLOW ralc and shaken you look" Maud
said solicitously. shall get you little
wine, Mr.. Sandys?'
"No, thanks. Yes, perhaps you d better.
The special port. Mrs. Mallow knows. 1t
will put IL little more life in me, my
child" Then as the girl hurried away;
go after her, Stebbing and keep her out
of the room II quarter OF an hour l shan't
take more Shake hands,
The curate FASTENED after Maud, and
now Maurice Sandyss lifted his head and
looked straight into Edward Lysaghts
eyes.
"You were wrong, DOCTOR" he said, try
ing to speak without gasp between each
word. "I'm going. Shut the window,
Drysdale; I'm cold'
my dear Maurice, it is shut"
"Don't let her come ill.,, the master of
Lanstead said, CHANGING at the door. II
should-frighten her. p
He lifted q fold of Maud's plaid in his
ncrveless hands and covered his face with
it, and so lay for minute or two. Then
DIR. Lysaght went to his side and uncover
cd his face gently. But Maurice Sandys
had no more need of air.-Black and White.
Great Horse Blanket Sale.