The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-03-27

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ner time"
'An right,'' reiterated the Doctor.
But, exclaimed the other, I" if you do not let
me have some money Ishall not be able TO buy VIC
tuals, without mentioning house rent. My God, l
shall be sold out, sir; sold out if do not raise
money by three o'clok. 1 must have money at that
hour" The Doctor heard, stared and crammed
the bill in his coat pocket, and started with rush
for his office Having arrived, he sat down, jumped
up, threw off bis cloak, sat down again and runi-
mated on his present circumstances, thing he
never did before under such desperate aspect 1t
was very unpleasant for him. the gay, the spirit
ual, the favorite of the ladies, to be dunned! And
then how irksome to speculate on poverty and its
consequences. This may do for persons in an arm
chair with an abundance of wealth. It is a kind
of agreeable variety for their fancy, but to our
hero, it was only proonging sad reality. He, for
a while, ,ickled his imagination with visions, all
bright with pictures of golden prosperity and good
practice. One hope remained-one great but soIi-
tary hope remained like good angel to cheer himon
That hope lowered around the Post Office; yea it
did lean upon the Post Office and there he natu-
rally turned his anxious thoughts having written
to all his freRds-al, that is to every onsthat he
considered a friend, stating in modest tons, his
excessive need Of money at this present juncture,
sometime since. He did not believe single one
would refse yet, for fear of accident, had written
to them en- nlasse. How sweet,--how comfortable
it would be for him to return the countless amounts,
to nine out of the ten bosom friends; and what
satisfaction ii would be 10 tell nine out Of the ten
that his circumstances had improved, and that he
had been 'hasty in applying for the loan of few
dollars; and that, in fact hspractcs had enlarged
enough to elevate him for ever above necessity.
Then how he would march up proudly and pay the
board bill and one two other little triles; and
spend few dollars for certain purposes not to be
herein mentioned. He chuckled, quietly smiled
and actually laughed at what he had considered a
. serious dilemma; and anticipated the pleasure of
casting all difficulties aside. He picked his teeth
poked the fire and tried in vain to read his only
medical volume: still would his eyes wander over
the placid face of the old clock the mantle piece
and there was music in its Tick, tick, tick Nine
O'Clock sounded in sonorous tone--a quarter past
half past, and there the hand seemed to stick.
The post Office was near by; and ten, the hour of
delivery; still the old clock exclaimed with its
wonted precision, tick, tick, tick, and the hand
pointed to half past nine, and would not bulge a
moment farther, even to crafty Doctor Pillbury,
who grew pettish and blessed every thing within
and out the sphere of his snappish control Ten
o'clock arrived and exactly two minutes after ten
the post Office opened and there stood our hero.
the very first to enquire Letters for Doctor Alex-
ander PilIbury 2" -'Jl.H -. tser 3s
Nothing returned the clerk.
"Nothing p exclaimed he of the pills.
g Nothing" replied the clerk mildly.
Nothing % again exclaimed the astonisbed Doc
tor; You must certainly be mistaken look again.
" Here, sir, said the clerk, looking ever a large
pile of letters to the great detrment of an extensive
crowd ofapplcants, is one for PiIbury, but it is
not for you.'' '7F sstf ~f .t
" How doyou know thai let me look at it," ex..
claimed our excited friend.
alt is directed to Patrick Pillbuv. from XIII.
kenny, Ireland replied the clerk with a smile.
But the Doctor, like drowning man clipeing to
straw, was determined on personal inspection
of the letter; and inspect it he did with a momen
tary intense glance of his keen eye. That glance
satisfied him and cleared his head Of all possibiIi
ties and doubts regarding the letter or its destina
ton. sEnough% lelior jumped out Of his mouth
for certainly he did not ariculate syllable Of his
| own accord. t.s -,
: Our hero drew big breath, or rather gasped and
turned about and wandered somewhere Of, other,
.nhere is not recorded, until dinner time However,
il is mentioned that eleven o'clock sounded very
quickly in his ears and twelve o'clock followed in
rapid haste. Thsmonosyllable one was confounded
into two !; and three O'Clock rang like 9 death
knell, before he was half ready for it. The time