Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1900-11-15


he alive? A long, sad journey full OF
hopes and fears, misgivings, doubts
and fatigue; but all things have an
end.
A final change to a snail-like branch
road, then the yellow flag and the an
nouncement that passengers were not
permitted to enter the fever district.
A hasty consultation with q cring-
ingly polite official, and pass to go
on, as she was a trained nurse. Then
the dirty station at Panuco. Almost at
her journeys end-what would she
find? A sense of her own littlenesa
and helplessness came upon her for
moment, then was gone again.
Did the dirty little boy with don,
key cart know where Senior Masters
plantation was? His name was Pip
pc, he knew the plantation, but surely
the beautiful senorita would not wish
to go there. They said Senior Masters
was dead of the fever; he would not
wish to disappoint the senorita, but
he had no wish to go to the planta
ton.
A few silver coins, an appeal from
two wet, soul-touching eyes, and Pip
pc thought he might drive her near
the plantation, where she might walk
to it if she must. 1t was useless tc
go, though, for was not the plantation
deserted? Had not FIR. Antonio, the
priest, said week ago that the senoI
was dying? That was after he had
been taken home to his plantation tc
die. Yes, he would take her near the
plantation he would wait one httls
hour for her, maybe two.
If her heart was being torn during
that long dusty ride her face gave NO
warning of it. From Pippo she
learned that Senior Masters had been
imprisoned for nearly ten months on
a false charge, that he had contract
ed the fever in prison. The real Of
fender had been discovered and had
confessed and the senior was set free.
FIR. Antonio had been kind to the
senior, for the senior had been good &c
the church and the poor. He would
not let an innocent man die in prison
and had taken HIM home to the plan
tation to die. There a faithful serv.
ant had cared for him, but a week
ago the father had said the senior
could not live, his case was hopeless
Surely the senior was dead, but he
had not seen the priest since. The
senior was a good man and had been
kind to Pippo. Pippo's heart was
sore for the beautiful senorita who
had come so far to find the senior.
She left Pippo at the entrance tc
the plantation and hurried to the
house. The place seemed deserted
Then the sound of darky's voice, a
real Virginia darby, singing: 20! Garry
me back to ole Virginny, to ole Vir-
GINA shore" came softly from some
where above. Hope grew stronger
and Janet hurried in the direction OF
the singer.
The sound of footsteps silenced the
voice and then she heard: "De Lawd
be praised. He done sabed de massa.
De angel hab come. Peter he hearD
her a. comm an de angels Miss Janet
in de flesh, sure as dis niger babe
prayed for her"
It was Peter, good old garrulous
Peter! SIZE knew Jak was alive now
and in another moment she was kneel-
ing by her lovers bedside.
The sick man recognized her. She
was there, he was too weak then to
know or care how, she was there, hel
soft, cool hand on his forehead, that
was enough. That night he slept
quietly while Janet and the faithful
negro watched over him. The fever
was broken.
1t was not genuine yellow jack, but
a kindred malarial fever. He had
called for her in his delirious mo-
ments and had begged Peter to talk
about her and sing the old Virginia
songs when the fever left him for a
time.
Janet nursed him back to GONZALES
cence with the aid of good FIR. An
tonic and the faithful Peter. Then
the good priest married them, and
with Peter they returned to Rich
mond. Health and strength returned
in full measure, thanks to the skillful
nursing of trained nurse Janet. The
sale of the Mexican plantation real
lied enough to again seat Jack Mas
ters in the old family home and bring
It back to something of the old-time
splendor.
Old Peter now guards the little Mas
tiers, and often tells them the story
of show de good Lawd sent an angel
into the wilderness down in Mexico
an done saved de massa. boston
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