The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-10-09
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the plague he fled, leaving her to die alone. She paused. apparently unable to go on. His name." Dr. Mcguire urged, tell me his name." He shook the dying woman roughly. all else for gotten in the eagerness that was upon him. She reused sufficiently to whisper the name. And the doctor knew that his revenge was near. Somewhere, in the vicinity of the town. with the quar- antine lines drawn tightly about him. caught like a rat in a trap, was a man who fled from town in Missouri with the savings of his neighbors and his friends. Dr. Mcguire was almost hap py as he rode back to town.
 Skirting the streets of the plague ridden town a man crept, hiding in dark corners, crawling along the ground, terrified at the death that threatened old and young, nor spared for prayers and promises the man who feared to die. Dr. Mcguire, riding in late that night, almost overrode the crouching figure And when he had stopped from his saddle to set the groveling wretch upon his feet he knew who 1t was that crawled in the dark. His revenge was at hand. The defaulter, too, recognized the doctor. And in Dr. Maguire's eyes he read that the time of reckoning was at hand. He fell on his face at the doctors feet. all manhood fallen from him, leaving him only a groveling, frightened. abJect thing that crawled in the dust Mercy he begged. his face hidden.
 Mercy" the doctor repeated. Did you think of mercy when you robbed men and women of their all, when you stole the widows mite and left orphaned children to go hungry? Did you think of mercy when you blasted or'S left him hard and merciless and with the passion of re- venge eating at his heart Mercy for such as you? Never! And the wo- man for whom you sinned-you could not even keep faith with her. You deserted her when she was dying and left her to meet the end alone. Mer- ey? I am going to kill you like the dog that you are. It's what have been wanting to do these many months"
 The man at his feet licked the dust and tore. his hair with -.impotant fin- gers. My life" he begged again. Spare my life. Only let me live. I'll give the money back to you.'
 Dr. Mcguire smiled a diabolical smile. 50 be it," he said. You shall have your life since you are so fearful of death. l will give you a chance. You shall try your luck with fate They say that the mosquitoes bite breeds the fever For me. l do not know. But you shall take the chance. We'll let the mosquito bite you, and if you live well and good. But if you die, shall have given you what you deserve"
 He drew the covering fugitive roughly to his feet and with his horses bridle thrown across his arm led his captive down the street to the office of a fellow physician who had been experimenting with the mosquito theory. The fugitive saw the doctor place one of the mosquitoes near and nearer his arm. He turned his head away, shivering. There was the sharp sting of the insects bite and the fugi- tive slipped to the floor in a faint.
 The doctor kept his enemy with him in the days that followed, watching the mans every movement. In due time the fever developed. Dr. Mcguire seemed surprised that it should be so, The patient was hysterical with fright. He had worked himself into a frenzy of fear and so had made himself an easy prey to the plague. And he died. died of the fever in It's worst form. pr. Maguire's friends, the physician who was interested in the mosquito theory, rubbed his hands complacently. This proves the experiments abso- Iutely in my opinion" he said. The man had positively no symptoms of the disease. It's development and his sub sequent death were due to the bites of l the mosquito. Dr. Mcguire smiled strangely. What would you say ne