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# A STORY OF THE PANIC. # The Desolation It Brought to Two Orphan Giris. A sad story of the late panic was told at the Union depot last night by Miss Anna Stivetts of Kansas City, an orphan, who, after a bereavement under the most distressing circumstarices, was on her way to accept a position as typewriter in New York. "My sister and myself have been self-supporting for ten years," said Miss Stivetts, "she as a school teacher and I as a stenographer and typewriter. This year we decided to spend a few months in California, as my sister was in very poor health, and selected San Diego as the place possessing the climate most likely to benefit her. The journey thither was a very distressing one to her, and she was never able to sit up after reaching there. I attended her until almost worn out, and then went to San Francisco for a trained nurse to assist me. On the morning of the nurse's arrival I went to the bank to draw some money with which to pay her traveling expenses. I was horror-stricken when told that the bank had failed. On my assurance that I had money in Kansas City the nurse went to work for a few nights. I then made a draft on Kansas City, and was almost crushed when informed, a few days later, that the Kansas City bank had also suspended payments. "I had less than $10 in cash, which I was obliged to hand over to my nurse, leaving my dying sister and myself absolutely penniless in a strange land. We were stopping at a rather expensive hotel, but we could not leave, as it meant sure death to my sister to have attempted to move her. I kept the dreadful state of affairs from Julia's knowledge as long as possible, but one day she was made aware of our true condition in a startling and heartless manner. The nurse suddenly burst in the room and denounced us as thieves and frauds and heaped the vilest abuse upon my sister and myself. 1 had already sold the greater part of our little stock of jewelry. Thinking that perhaps the nurse had been drinking, and hoping to pacify her, I besought her to take a portion of the remainder and such articles in our wardrobes as she might fancy in part payment, and leave us in peace. But the heartless woman proceeded to gather up every trinket she could lay her hands on, including my dying Julia's rings and earrings, and continuing her disgraceful abuse of us. This was more than my patience could withstand, and I attacked her with all the strength of my temporary madness had given me. We fell to the floor together, and this is the last I remember. "When I regained consciousness I was lying in bed in a darkened room. A single effort convinced me that I was not able to arise. I cried out for help, when a kindly-faced gentleman and an elderly lady came out of the gloom toward me. I asked for my sister and was met by soothing words and injunctions to lie quiet. But I would not. I demanded to be carried to her presence. This request being denied, I began to struggle to get out of bed. The old lady then held me down, while the gentleman left the room. Presently he returned, accompanied by the doctor, who told me that my sister was dead. After this dreaded announcement I lay in a stupor until nearly daylight. In several days I regained my strength, but was unable to attend my sister's interment. The gentleman, whom I have mentioned, proved to be a horse-breeder from San Gabriel valley, Los Angeles county. He told me that the nurse had been arrested and the jewelry recovered. I begged him not to permit any further publicity at such a time, and he. agreeing with me, paid her claim in full and himself saw her depart for San Francisco. He was one of the directors of the bank that had failed in San Diego, and he bought our claim against it for face value and offered me cash for my balance in the Kansas City bank. The latter proposition I declined. He also secured me, by wire, a position in New York City at three times as large a salary as I have ever before received. This I am now on my way to fulfill."-Globe-Democrat.