THE STORY OF PAULINE. 57

arms of her faithful old nurse, it was long
before she could answer her or Marie
further than by sobs.

“QO Jeanette! Jeanette!” she cried,
“JT have seen such horrible things, such
horrible things; I wish that I could
die!” :

They laid her on Marie’s little bed,
and did what their simple skill could
suggest to arrest the fever which it was
evident had laid hold on her.

One day more was sufficient to end
the brief Revolution and to establish the
just claims of the people, but for weeks
the little sufferer lay nearly unconscious
of all around her, only often repeating,
“Let me die! oh, let me die! I have
seen such terrible things!” And thus it
was that the love of life was taken away
from poor Pauline.
~ As rough handling soon rubs, the
beautiful down from the peach, so these