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THE ATHENS
GEORGIAN
MAY 15, 1877.
THEFEVERONBOARD.
[From the New York Weekly.]
Literally our ship was crowded. A
merrier set, perhaps, never came 011
shipboard. The Falcon was a splen
did vessel; Captain Follansbee and
the mates were kind, gentlemanly
men; and the sailors, myself, I hope,
included, were a set of merry, jolly,
obliging men as you would find on
board of any ship in the world.
There were bright moonlight even
ings for a week after we sailed, and
the passengers of the first cabin wished
for a dance upon the deck. A violin
player was ready found among them.
There was a young married couple,
Mr. Spencer and wife, two bachelors,
Mr. Austin and Mr. Archer,' and
several others. But the star that at
tracted most was a young and lovely
lady who, with her fether, was coming
over to Ameiica to visit her brother
residing in St. Louis.
I think I never saw any one so
ucautifvl as Miss Emily Somerville.
The two gentlemen seemed to live but
in her smiles; and neither had cause
of envy or jealousy of the other, for
her hearing toward both was' exactly
the same.
Mr. Austin was a noble looking
man, with daik hair and eyes, a heavy
heard and olive skin. Mr. Archer
was less dark, and his brown hair had
a slight tinge of red gold when seen in
the -un.
Mr. Somerville seemed as youthful
as any of them, always bringing his
daughter on h : s arm, but willingly
resigning her to Archer or Austin,
while he sat smoking his cigar, or en
gaged in conversation with Captain
Foliansbee or the mate.
They wero engaged thus one evening
when we had been just a week at sea.
I remember how beautifully the moon
was just coming up. Eight bells bad
struck, and the group had just re
ceived an addition in the shape of the
doctor, who was a man who made
mirth wherever he went. He had been
relating some queer speech made by
one of the Irishmen on board; and his
clear, heartsome laugh went out over
the sea like a peal of silver bells.
Scarcely had he ended when a sound
of “ Docther! docther! for the love of
Leaven come!” A man appeared on-
deck with a face like ashes.
“ What is it, my man ?” asked the
doctor, his laughing face subsiding
into one of grave interest. “ Is any
•one sick ?”
The man gasped out the name of
his little daughter, a pretty, bright
child whom all on board had been
pelting ever since the ship-had sailed.
With the sailors she was a perfect
plaything, and ^he officers. themselves
could not resist the contagion of her
pretty, laughing ways and bright, wit
ty sayings. The doctor had fairly lost
his heart to the little six-year-old
Kathleen, and he rushed past: the
sobbing father, impatient to go to the
relief of his favorite.
He did not return to the deck for a
long-while. When he did he looked
grave aud sad, and he conferred pri
vately with the captain for some time.
In the morning we were told that the
ship fever had broken out’in the ship,
but we wero to keep the knowledge of
it from the cabin passengers.
Poor little Kathleen! I could hear
her moaning at intervals—sometimes
shrieking in wild delirium; sometimes
the sound abated altogether, and then
she would call out for those who had
been es|»ecially kind to her. The poor
thing bad no mother ;. } but l*er father
was distracted with grief/ The died
about midnight, and when it became
« ecesWy' toH u ry' her n the
man’s affection transcended .ail bounds.
In less than an hour the fever
showed itself unmistakably. Another
and another were taken down, and
soon after the morning of the third
day eight had been buried, and nine
teen others had been seized.
We had finally buried over three
hundred. And so the terrible pesti
lence stalked on from day to day.
A week passed. We had begun to
hope that the danger was past, when
both the mates were attacked. The
captain immediately gave me the post
of first mate, and that of second to a
friend of mine.
AH at once, when we thought there
was safety, Miss Somerville showed
symtoms of the fever. At first it was
a mild type. Mrs. Spencer, between
whom and Miss Somerville had aiisen
a very tender friendship, watched over
her like a sister, regardless of her own.
health or strength. As the fever
progressed it became violent in the
extreme. For a week she had been
in a dull, lethargic state, taking no
notice of any one, and appearently
drawing nigh to death.
It was a lovely night in September
—the very first, in lact. I sat leaning
ever the side of the ship, wondering to
myself if indeed the Destroyer was to
take all on board the Falcon. The
doctor stood close by.
Was it a ghost that gilded by
where we sat?' Surely, I am not
superstitious, but at that moment I
was sure that an unearlhy shape bad
appeared to us. Before we had time to
think, the figure threw out its hands
over the side, and, somehow, we knew
not how, it went over. The white
robes lay floating upon the moonlit
waves. “My God!it is Emily !”
shrieked the doctor, as he threw hint
self after her; while I ran instantly to
the man at the wheel, and then ordered
out the boat. Before I had' done
wondering the ship had been hove to,
the boat was launched, and three stout
sailors were rowing out.
“They are lost!’’ I exclaimed, and
hid my eyes that I might not see the
return of the boat without the drowned.
But lo ! the boat is directly alongside,
and joyous voices come to my ear,
“ We have saved them both, Mr.
Roscoe,” called out one of the sailors,
cheerily “ we have saved them !’’
I looked down at the boat, and saw
the glimmer of a whitegarinent beneath
a rough pea-jacket. A moment after
and I held Emily Somerville in my
arms, holding some warn) liquid to
her lips 1'Iaid her in her bed, d£ver
ing her with a soft blanket; and, when
the doctor had changed his clothes,
and went to the cabin, he found her ip
a sweet sleep.
It was near morning when she
stirred. She opened her eyes with a
wondering gaze, but closed them with
a smile. The doctoi took her hand,
and she feebly returned the pressure. I
saw not only hope, but delight in his
speaking eyes.
“ She will weather it Roscoe,’’ he
said, softly. “That bath did her a
world of good, my boy. I don’t value
mine a pin since it has saved her.”
A month after Captain Follansbee
and myself received cards of invitation
to the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Archer
at Mr. Somerville’s. Emily was a
lovely bride.looking sweet and childlike
with her short, crisp curls. Shortly
afterward, the doctor held his wedding
levee, at which the same company was
The Charms of Life in Min-
' ! nesota.v i T i
After reading our article last week,
Dr. 13ently*came and interviewed us.
He brought a few friends aloug to
see him eat us up, with his hands tied
behind him. He did not like our
article, and wo don’t blame him, for
there were a few sayings in. it which
were a little severe. He locked arms
with us, and we waltzed round the
room with him to the tune of high
words, and to the infinite delight of
the spectators; His hands were not
tied very tight, neither. Numerous
chairs other funiture were speedily
demolished and put out of the way.
The Doctor got frantic, and kicked
over a two-gallon jug of ink. We
took the Doctor for a sponge and
mopped tho ink up as quickly as
possible. He then shoved ns over a
chair, aud we rolled around for awhile,
and then we “began to feel life fight,
and we don’t doubt but wbat we
would1iaVSL2)fl*’!fc q SqfbiC
but ite ^Doctor sudm-iJv concluded 1
he didn’t care whether we took back
what we said or not, and, as there
was not any prospect of our taking it
back right off, he concluded to quit
iust as we had got ready to begin.—
From the Hush City Post.
True sympathy is the very es
sence of Christianity, and every
human heart craves it.
Athens needs more men of liberal
and progressive spirit.
“EN GARDE!”
BY E. F.
[New York Weekly.]
During the Franco-Prussian war
an incident happened, not recorded
in any of the voluminous histories of
the campaign which are now- getting
dusty on the library shelves, but
which, though langhable in its re
sults, was far more interesting to the
parties concerned than the records of
the most sanguinary battles. It bad
to do with a fine young German
officer named Fritz Von Weber^H
professor in a provincial university,
but who had been drafted off with
his regiment. He was in love with a
girl named Zaire, an Alsatian, whose
father was a General iii the German
ariny, and the story is related by the
brother of Fritz as follows:
When they parted, he said toher:
“ I shall always lie ”
“ Pn Garde I” cried Zaire.
Then Fritz rode off; then ’Zaire
wept in her chamber, for the great
General Von Homlrirg, the father of
Zaire, shook his head.
“A teacher!’ he cried. ‘My
daughter marry a teacher—never!”
“I will,” sobbed Zaire.
“ I say you won’t!” snorted the
General. . .
“ But I will—I will—I will,” snap
ped Zaire.
They parted in anger; the General
went off to the Avar, Zaire was sent
to the country. When Fritz reached
his quarters he found a friend, one
Dr. Max Von Bulow, a great joker,
who had taken a great liking to
Fritz. * 1 * ’ B
“What’s th.c matter - with you,
Fritz'?” A ~
“Nothing,” sighed Fritz.
“Bah!” laughed Dr. Max, *“who
is she?”
“Zaire Von Ilomberg,” answered
Fritz; “the dearest, sweetest little
angel that
“Yes, yes,” cried Dr. Max, “I
know, I know; JjHt, phew! what
made you fall in love with her for?”
Fritz told him all about it. Dr.
Max was interested.
“I hate old Humbug,’’ he said. I
am fond of fun. Let me alone. I’ll
get you out of this. I will have a
laugh, and you shall marry Zaire.”
“Yon can’t help me,” groaned
Fritz; nobody can.’’
“My boy,” said Dr. Max, solemnly,
“ with an ordinary man, many things
are impossible—jvith an old soldier
like mysel£ nothing is impossible.”
One evening a few days after this
conversation, Dr, Max came to Fritz:
“ Fritz.” ' '
“Well?”
“To-morrow, old Humbug takes
his usual ride along ^the north road!
He goes unattended; you must > j in
tho little wood by the spring ; he will
be attacked by a number of our fel
lows disguised as the enemy. When
he is attacked, you most rush forth
and rescue him. In his gratitude, he
will reward yoti—^airo. be
yours.”.,- a . .. . ' . _ ....
The morrow came. Down the
road, on his old horse, came £he Gen
eral ; suddenly from the wood rode a
squad of the enpniy—terrible fellows.
The General saw them and turned to
fly.’’. The old horse was stubborn; he
commenced to jump up and down,
and the result. was that the General
was captured. The enemy put a rope
about the General’s neck. They
were going to hang him. The Gen
eral shed tears.: •
“I am General Von Homberg,”
he groaned.
The enemy grinned .aud’thzew one-
end of the rope over the branch of a
tree!' *'* r ••» *?«*?*$«)■•**» «*•<mi•*«*
“ I—I am a father,” sobbed the
The enemy gave « strong poll on
the rope.
“ I—I am still in the prime of life
—don’t hang me; please don’t,”
cried the General.
The rope tightened.
A shout was heard—ringing shots,
fierce words, the tramping of hoofs,
the enemy fled—the General was
saved. His deliverer bowed before
him.
It was Fritz. The General would
have preferred the hanging. The
young man bowed low.
“Yourpass!” thundered the Gen
eral.
“ I—I—have none,” said Fritz.
“ You heard the orders—return to
camp and report yourself under ar
rest !” snorted the General. ,,
That evening Fritz—poor Fritz—
sat in his tent; a guard walked be
fore the dobr. But all the army rang
with the praises of the General, who
bad that day met with a squad of the
enemy, and, single-handed, had de
feated them.
Dr. Max was furious. He imitated
the General’s horse—lie jumped up
and down and snorted.
“ I’ll fix him,” he cried; “ I’ll show
him up.” •'
Then he took his pen andjsat down
and wrote the whole story out—the
true story.
“To-morrow,” said Dr. Max, “I’ll
send this to my paper, unless lie com
promises.”
He stood before the General.
“Good morning, General.”
“ All, Dr. Von Bulow, wliat do
yon wish ?”
“ Can I sec you alone, General ?”
The General’s aide retired.
“General, we have had enough.’’
“Enough what?”
“ Humbug!”
“ How i"
“These men were your own men.
I have their account of the affair. It
is not complimentary to you: it is
very complimentary to Fritz, Gen
eral; Fritz must marry vour daugh
ter.”
“Sir!” thundered the General, “do
you presume ”
“ Oh, yes,” smiled Dr. Max ; “ yes,
I do presume. I own a newspaper,
you know. The whole account must
go forward. In three days, the whole
world will be in a broad grin over
you and your horse, unless ”
“ Unless what ?”
• “ Unless Fritz marries Zaire.”
The General hesitated. He had
been praised, honored—lie dreaded
ridicule.
“ Come down!” cried Dr. Max.
“It’s no use holding out, General.
Come down like a man.”
The General hesitated, turned,
fumed and offered money; but it was
of no avail.
“Come down!” cried Dr. Max;
“come down. Shall Zaire marry
Fritz?”
“ Yes!” growled the General.
“ And you will introduce him as
your son-in-law at once, and release
him from arrest ?’’
“No—that is, I mean yes!”
“And you will give him ail appoint
ment—make him your Secretary ?”
“I won’t!”
“Ah!”
“Well, I will!”
Fritz was released, received his
appointment, the aft’air was kept
quiet, the General was still regarded
as a hero, and promoted.
“But, Zaire,” as lie looked into
her happy face after a long parting,
“ I should never have won you had it
not beetr that Doctor Max was ”
“ Fn Garde!" laughed Zaire.
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