Americans -- Cuba -- Fiction; Spanish-American War, 1898 -- Fiction
The moaning ceased then, and Ruth bent over him to see if he still
lived, for she could see his very lips were livid and his eyes seemed
set and glazed as if with death's own dews; she put her hand upon his
head and looked into his face with earnest pity in her tender eyes, for
she was very pitiful and even lenient when faults of anyone except
herself were to be considered.
"The poor fellow is delirious," she thought. "He does not know what he
is saying. Odd that he should use that name. Poor fellow ... he will not
last long, I fear. I wonder if Father Felix could come to him."
With that thought, she turned to go to try to find the Priest, for he
almost always could be found where there was suffering and need of him,
but Manuello (for the reader has discovered who her patient was)
snatched at her hand as she was just about to go away and said to her:
"Please intercede for me, good Angel ... tell them I have never had a
chance in all my life ... tell them ... intercede...." and, then, his
weak voice died away in moans, again, "Tessa, please," he said, "don't
look at me that way!"
Again Ruth leaned above his bed, for in his eyes there was a look that
seldom comes except when death is near. She felt a gentle hand upon her
arm and knew that Estrella stood beside her ... she had come to seek
advice from her superior.
So they stood ... the widow and the sweetheart, and the murderer of the
man they both had loved, as virgins love, lay there before them.
Suddenly, he roused himself, as with a last and desperate effort, from
the lethargy of death itself ... he looked upon them standing there
beside his bed ... the woman he had loved as wild and rough and lawless
men will always love a woman and the one who seemed to him as if she
were an angel straight from paradise ... he imagined he had passed from
life as he had known that word, and was beyond all earthly help; and,
so, he did not call for human help but cried aloud on God to save his
deathless soul. It was horrible to hear his human lips cry out to God as
they were crying then, and Ruth regretted that Estrella stood so near to
him whom she had called her foster-brother, for she'd whispered
Manuello's name at once, so she sent her to find Father Felix if she
could and to bring him there to help this suffering soul.
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