Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1852-06-17
OUR DEAR BROTHER.
C H A P Err XII.

whose breath is in his ear. Cant you wake
hm?''
Mo-
what have you done with your candle''
TITS gone out. Here it is
Krook takes it, goes 10 the fire, stoops over the
red embers, and lrles TO get light. The dying
ashes have no light TO spare, and his endeavors
are vain. Mu,tering, after an Intellectual call to
his ledger, that he will go down stairs and brings
lighted caodle fiom the shop, the old man departs.
Mr.. Tukinghorn, for some new reason that he
has, does not await his return in the room but on
the stairs outside
The welcome light soon shines upon the wall,
as Krook comes slowly up, with his green-eyed
cal following at his heels. Does the man gener-
ally sleep like this;' inquiries the lawyer, in low
voice. Hi, ] don't know, says Krook, shaking
bis head and lifting his eyebrows. 4 know next
to nothing of his habits, except that he keeps him
self very close
Thus whispering they beth go in together. AS
the light goes in the great eyes in the shutters,
darkeaing, seem to close. Not so the eyes upon
the bed.
God save us!' exclaims Mr.. Tulkinghorn. 'He
is dead!
Krook drops the heavy hand ne has taken up,
so suddenly that the arm swings over the bed
side
They look at one another for moment.
Send for some docter! Call for Miss Elite up
the stairs, sir Here's poison by the bed Call
out fcr Elite, will you!' says KrooE, with his lean
hands spread out above the body like vampires
wings.
Mr. Tulkinghorn hurries to the landing, aud
calls, Miss Elite: Elite! Make haste, here, who
ever you are! Flte.' Krook follows him with
his eyes and, while he is calling finds opportunity
TO steal to the old portmanteau, and steal back
again
Run, Elite, run! The nearest doctor! Rum!
So Mr.. Krook addresses a crazy little woman,
who is his female ledger; who appears and van
ishes in breath; who soon returns, accompanied
by testy medical man, brought from his dinner
with broad snutfy upper lip, and broad
Scotch tongue.
'Ey! Bless the hearts O. ye,' says the medical
man, locking up at them after a moments ex-
animation He's just as dead as Phairy?
Mr.. Tulkinghorn (standing by the old portman-
seau) inquiries il he has been dead any time?
'Any time, sirs' says the medical gentleman.
Sits probable he wall have been dead about three
hours
'Ahouttha time, should saw observes dark
youag taan, on the other side Of the bed.
'Air you IN the uaaydickle pvayfesson yourself,
sir?' inquiries the FIRST.
The dark young Hsan says yes
Then I'll just taxi my departure, replies the
other; for Im nae GUIDE here!' With which re-
mark, he finishes has brief attendance, and returns
TO finish bis dinner,
The dark young surgeon passes the candle
across and acscss the face, and carefully examines
the law-wrter, who has established his preien-
soas to his name by becoming indeed Ne one
IL i..a....- hiA-s.arsouh.:ass seEy well SAWS
to him!' glaDclng round upon the three bystanders
Il was his landlord grizzly answers Krook,
taking the candle from the surgeon's outstretched
hand. He told me once, | was the nearest re-
cation he had
He has died. says the surgeon, sof an over
dose of opium, there is no doubt. The room is
strongly favored with it. There is enough here
now,' taking an old teapot from Mr. Krook, so
kill dozen people.
DO you think he did i, on purpose asks
Krook.
Took the Over-dose!'
'fes!' Krook almost smacks his lips with the
unctcn Of horrible interest
Il can't say. should think il unlikev. as be
has been ia the habit of taking so much. But no.
body can tell. He was very poor, suppose:'
i suppose he was His room--don't look
rich,' says krook; who might have changed ewes
with his cat, as ne cast his sharp glance around.
But have never been in it since he had il. and
he was too close to name his circumstances 10
me-
Did ne owe you any rents'
six weeks
he will never pay it, says the Young man,
resumlng his examination. 'Itis beyond doubt
that he Is indeed as dead as Phareah: and to
Judge from his appearance and his condition.
should thiak il happy release. Yet he must
have been good figure when youth and dare
say good looking He says this, not unfeengIv.
while sitting on the bedstead's edge, with his face.
towards that other face and his hand upon the re-
glon OF the heart. Irecciect once thinking there
was something In his manner uBcouh as il was.
that denoted fall in life Was that sou he con-
tlnues, looking round
hroek replies, 'You might as well ask me 10
describe the ladies whose heads of hair have got
10 sacks down stairs. Than that he was nv
iooger Tor year and half, and lived-or ddR't
1ive-by law-wrlting, know no more of him.
During this dialogue, Mr.. Tukinghora has
stood aloofby the old portmanteau, with his hands
behind him, equally removed Is all appearance.
IRON all three kinds Of interest exhibited near the
Deu-lrom the young surgeons professional inter-
esl 10 death, noticeable as being quite apart from
MS remarks on the deceased as an individual:
from the old mans unction; and the little crazy
woman's awe. His impertubabe face has been
as inexpensive as his rusty clothes One could
mol even say he has been thinking all this while,
ne mas shown neither patience nor impatience.
ncr attention, nor abstraction. He has shown
nothing but his shell. As easily might the tone of
a delicate musical instrument be inferred fromits
case, as the tone Of Mr.. Talkinghorn from his
case.
he now nterposes; addressing the young sur
geon, IN his unmoved, professional way.
looked in here, he observes, Just before YOU.
WIN Inc Intention Of giving this deceased man,
, ~nulh never saw alive, some employment at his
trade OF copying. | had heard Of him from nv,
staticner-snags of Cooks Court. since no
one mere knows ANYTHING ahnnt hin, 4. .a;..L. u