Beautiful but Poor — page 212: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ae ay LE OC ED a OR ee err OF | wy Se tee Oe ae a A oe Peg met PE ei, AL) Fa RN Td OR oY Pe De a MoU ype : AGG Bas ees ak DY RINT Taye AE Ty Stet Nel PW STON MBL Ua ew UI DM AOA hab ~~ ee “ ve. it ae ye. tom, ie Ee 5 - AL het) | : ee pire e y » bw ety ie z te z me ot et 6 =r bs ~~ u. -) ~ : > ~w c TP) os & “. - ry - BEAUTIFUL BUT POOR, = = =—~S~S=«SB He was reading her blessed letter of recall. He was thin as a shadow, white with suffering and hunger, too, for he had been parched and dried up with fever, and had not touched food for days. ‘‘But Iam better,’’ he said. ‘I will live now. I did not care to live till this came.”’ ) And he kissed the letter, while tears ran down his. thin, wasted face. | The two strong men literally wept over him, while they hurried to make weak broth and boil some rice and water for his drink. Two days—their mules resting and feeding in the glade below—they tended and nursed him, and watched over him with such care as few suffering men ever got in a bleak place like that. Then, handling him almost as they would have done an infant, they got him down to the other camp; and they took the gold and his arms and packed them down also, so as to be ready to start for the outside world on the third day. It would be a long, perhaps a dry story to tell in detail were I td describe that journey out. It had taken W—— and his guide but a day anda half to come in. Yet it was four days after their start when - poor Porchet was laid upon a nice cool bed in Belle Vista Cottage, as Mr. Morrison called his home. And within an hour after, Mr. W—— telegraphed — to Miss Hattie Butler: “T have found him. He is all right—a noble and a true man. I love him asI woulda brother. He has been sick, is weak yet, but we will start Hast in two or three days by the fastest trains. Your ever unchanging and unforgetting friend, } ‘“HDWARD.,”’ = € comicbooks (xo)