The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-12-02

asked III ne can De HiONeu tOudy.
mo. But wait; don't see why, If it
will satisfy her. He will die anyhow,
so why not tell her that we will start
south with him tomorrow
1T isn't fair. She should be told the
truth"
He'd die, that's all-anyway you
put it."
"You will make the examinationT
eyes, mat once"
"But you-you feel that it is hope
lessY"
Certainly. sir"
"Tm-Tm sorry" said Bray, walking
away. The doctor looked after him
with a queer expression in his eyes
and then called his confrere to the pal
let.
Bray found Jane waiting for him out
side the door Teresa Nelasquez was
standing beside her, holding her hand.
"What does he sayT" cried Jane,
gray with anguish.
"IIe cannot be moved. There is no
but little hope, Miss Gable. They are
to make another examination"
"Ie must be saved! He must! Let
me go to him now l will help. l will
give my life to save his" she cried
Bray stood between her and the door,
his arms extended.
Don't go in now, ! implore. Wait.
There may be good news"
"He is everything in the world to
mev she mOaned.
aD,r,,o rttft1 mo tr-bfeparn1 fNappe1
Bray looked at the Spanish girl, and
a new light broke in upon his under
standing. What was this refugee to
Bansemer? The answer shot into his
brain like a fash, and he turned cold.
Miss Cable. ! think l understand
your anxiety" he said, his voice trem-
bling. won't you let this young
lady take you away for half an hour
or
"But I am a nurse. Why should l
be kept from him? l am here to care
for all of them" she protested.
"You are not fit to do duty just
now" he said. Miss Gable, l under
stand why you are here. 1t is noble
of you. l am truly sorry that there is
so little hope" lie was leading her
away from the building, leaving Tere-
sa standing there with her eyes fas
tened upon the door with a look that
could not be mistaken. Il would give
my own life to have his spared for
your sake, Jane. Forgive me. l would
willingly give all l have in life for
you. But l am afraid it is impossible
to save him.
Don't say that" she whispered.
"You-you would be his wife?" he
asked
mo that cannot be. l could not be
his wife"
"You mean he is marriedT
"No, no, not that! You can't UNI
, derstand. l can never marry him.
Never!"
Bray struggled for q moment with
the puzzle. His eyes went slowly to
Teresa. Then he suddenly understood
why Jane Gable would not marry the
man she had come to find. He asked
no questions Of himself, but Teresa
would have been the result Of every
conjecture had he done 50.
HE might better be dead he
thought, his eyes hardening. shes
/ found him out. Cad. / hope Bat
he put it from him.
Graydon Bansemer did not Gle with
in the hour nor that day. The careful
examination Of the surgeons gave lit
/ tie additional hope. 1t did. however.
reveal the fact that no vital organ had
been destroy ed or injured. The ball
had torn great hole i'm his left side
! and had gone through the body. Prob
ing was not necessary. The flow Of
blood was frightful There was a
spark of life left on which TO build a
frail hope. and they worked with new
| interest
The attention Of every one was di-
rected to this tragic struggle The eff
forts Of all were lent to the successful
end Jane Gable. logged and tireless,
! came to be his nurse now that the life
! thread still held together II is not the
purpose Of This narrative to dwell upon
| the wretChCd. narrowing scenes and
incidents Of the wilderness hospital
the misery Of those who watched and
waited for death. the dread and suffer
ing Of those who gave this anxiety. the
glow Of spiritual light which lowered
above the forms of men who had for
gotten their God until now.
The first night passed There were
sleepless eyes to keep company with
the faint means ana the scent of chic
reform. Over the figure Of Graydon
Bansemer hung the eager. tense face
Of Jane Gable. Her will and mind
were raised against the hand Of death
Down in her soul she was crying.
~You shall not de- and he was living
living on in spite of death The still.
white face gave back no sign of life.
A faint pulse and an almost imper-
ceptible respiration told Of the unbrO-
ken thread. HopirG against hope!
Dawn came and night again, and
still the almost breathless girl urged
her will against the inevitable She