Almost in despair, he
looked across the water, where he saw in the moonlight a fisherman's
boat. Slowly the little craft obeyed his repeated calls for help.
Sturdy arms relieved him of his insensible burden, while he, scarcely
taking time to climb beside her, hoarsely bade the men row for their
lives.
It is needless to describe the scene of confusion which followed on
their arrival at the hotel. The only practical man there was Dr.
Grey, who gave orders and applied remedies with desperate energy.
His persistence was rewarded: the veined lids opened, the white
lips parted, intelligence returned: she spoke, and Maurice
threw himself on his knees and bent over her that he might
catch the words. "My warning was true," she whispered slowly,
"but--I--am--willing--to--die--for--loving--you." Then perception faded
from those gentle eyes, breathing ceased, the muscles relaxed. Fay was
dead.
And the doctor?
He afterward married his cousin: she was so kind to him at the time of
his sad affliction.
ITA ANIOL PROKOP.
A SCENE IN THE CAMPAGNA.
You remember the Piazza della Bocca della Verita at Rome? No? Perhaps
it is too far away from the Piazza di Spagna and the stairs of the
Monte di Trinita, which may be taken to be the central points of
English or American Rome.
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