Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-03-21

Yorkshire along with my bride Fanny where
we might ha lain side by side past all eternity,
and let the comm races trample over our heads
and never risen, not for the horns q
Dooms,lay. The children that might ha been
and loved us here and hereafter 1t was an evil
day we parted, and the blessin's have gone
down in the sea; but the seeds o evil grew and
grew like rank bracken in the soil
My flesh IS corruption as the minister sad.
and al my hopes along with it. Fanny SAID
were | To die. shed still come to me and stand
beside me at the Judgment Day and clam me
as her man. And II I'd come to her without
my arm and without her ring,
But YOU to rise in the body YOU know,
remarked the nurse with trembling v"lcc, 50
your arm must come back to YOU
Dark doubt lay on the face of Thomas LinS-
wick for several moments. He was debat-
ing the mighty problem in his harricd BRAIN,
seeking to reconcile IT with the hard and lnerci-
less superStitions of his belief. Then a chlldhke
smile flew from his lips to his eyes his eyes
which in vision the unutterable gorics.
fiery terrors, and celestial spendors of the Judg-
mcnt Day.
Nurse. | think We speak true. ! think We re
right about nv arm for tbs said. In the flesh
of nv body shall see God. So my arm must
come back to me at the Last Day. I'd know it
among Il million million arms, what with her
blessed name and face upon the flesh Aye.
when the graves rooted up and all the dead
men and all the dead women of all the ages
to- life. my arm will come back to me
sound and sweet with her ring upon the tlnger
I'll Ste it waving to me in the fires o the burn
ing earth and sky. Maybe angels Will bring 1t
t. me maybe | must snatch it from the scarlet
spirits % hell. I'll stand up, being man with
pure heart and step over the naked carcasses
squrmin from the mold and go past the lines
o tall demons with their folded wings o red
and green and black, and by the old bearded
fathers and white haired mothers OF all the
races, and the monsters OF the PIT and the
beasts with horns and claws IL go straight to
nv Fanny Bothwin and hold her to my heart
hofh before throne %
Lord and all his angels, just as | did in the
black moorland seven years ago!
Yes murmured the nurse in hushed
voice, while all her body trembled, know YOU
will know you will!
THE plague the bubonic plague the strange,
insidious malady from Asia lurked in the
sinks and stews of San Francisco. The public
health officers sought to trample out the
scourgc: the drains and alleys smothered
with disinfectants vessels smoked sulphur
susly in quarantine; and a war of exterrnina-
ton was waged against all rats,-carrlers OF the
disease. Foremost IN tending the stricken ones
and cleansing the centers of infection was DIR.
Hubert Chapelle. Two days after his visit to
the bed Of Thomas Lanswick while seated in
his office, he felt himself grow faint and dizzy.
He examined his skin. his eyes, and his tongue.
then reaching for the telephone, he ordered
the pesthouse wagon to the hospital. 1t came.
and the driver entered the room.
Where is Your patient for the pesthouse,
am the patient calmly replied the ply
sician. and followed the Mortified driver to the
ambulance
1t was difficult to procure nurses for the VIC
TINS of the bubonic plague. 1t was of Il deadly
infectious nature, its ravages were fierce and
terrible. Vet as soon as the news of DIR. Chap
Giles seizure spread about the city hospital
Nurse Kelvin packed her satchel, strange,
sweet radiance on her face, and calmly an
nounced her intention of going to the pest
house So it came to pass that another nurse
ordered to the duty of caring for Thomas
Ianswick
TT was night when she entered the room. and
the patient asleep, his face in shadow
and half-buried in the bed clothes. The new
nurse tall and stalwart woman, with be-
nign face as bright as her starched dress and
cap. In years she seemed young. vet in her
pect something gravely resolute and al
most maternal She made smooth the covcrlet
OF the bed rearranged the flowers the table,
then sat down under the shaded light and took
up newspaper. 1t was two days old. but still
new to her. Her mild blue eyes travelled slowly
from column to column passed over the page,
and wandered aimlessly about the sensational
double sheet.
Suddenly her sight arrested by item
marked by pencil 1t was the reference to the
suicide of Ethel Hartley. Nurse Kelvin had
put aside the paper for her patient. The new
nurse read it through with eyes wide open; the
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