The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1871-03-11
KILL OR CURE.
Frem Every Saturdi Y.

elderly man with beetling brows, pierre
ing gray eyes, thin compressed lips,
and long bony hands, sat in shabby
furnished room in splendid old house,
casting up accounts by the light of
single candle. The weather being cold,
one of those baskets for live GOALS which
are sometimes most appropriately call
ed "kiH- joys" gllmmered in the huge
CRATE The door of the room, which
opened into the fine oak-panelled hall,
was ajar, and presently servant-girl
bearing a light, fitted by from the stair
case. Her master called her. "Hi,
Jenny, come here. What makes you
look scared Is your mistress worse ~
% I'm afeared so, Sir Timothy"
"Eh. what REALLY bad"
ffYe-es"
s'Going to die?"
-'She says so, Sir Timothy, and 0,
she looks it too o SIR cried the girl,
earnestly, hurting out what was on her
soul, {" if she were to die without doc
tor !"
This abnormal possibility shocked
Sir Timothy Grabham also, the invalid
being, in a manner dear to him. It was
a very general notion amongst his neigh
bors and tenants that the man was in
capable of caring for anybody; but this
was prejudice he did care for his wife,
after his own fashion. 1t was not per-
haps an enthusiastic attachment, or a
deep one; don't suppose that he loved
her as well as good bargain, for ex
ample; but comparisons are odious.
He remained silent for q while, look
ing down, and then muttered, 81 de-
eiared that | would never send for that
fellow Radford again >; which was an
error on his part he had never made
that rash observation,-it was Mr.. Rad
ford who had vowed he would not come
''Shall Charles go for DR.. Radford
please, Sir Timothy?"
"There's no one else so I suppose
he must"
Jenny vanished in search of that foot
man groom gardener named Charles ;
and her master tried to get back into
his sum, but made mistake of two
pence farthing and lapsed into revery
Sir Timothy Graham was not nice
man, but if he had remained Indifferent
to his wife's condition, he would have
been a monster. She had now, for
thirty years, devoted herself to the diff
ticult task OF pleasing him. she had
brought him money and saved him mon
ev; born economical, she had develop
ed the faculty into extreme meanness,
to gain his appreciation. Passion would
have been out of place at his age, and
hers, but he esteemed her.
After hard days work, Mr.. Radford
had turned into bed with the snug con
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disturbed up to eight o'clock on the
following morning, for his last lady's
case" was going on as favorably as if
civilization had been unknown, and no
fellow creature looked to him for in
PRODUCTION into the world for the next
fortnight to come. But at half-past
eleven his sleep was broken by the
night-bell, and he had to wrench him
self from his warm nook in the feathers,
feel for his dressing gowns and slip
pers, blunder into the dressing room,
which looked out on the front of the
house, and open the window. "What
IS it ~ he shouted, shivering as the
frosty night-air blew in upon his face,
and played about his unprotected legs.
g Please, ST, it's me-"
Idiot your name -
Charles, from the Hall"
Then, Charles from the Hall, YOU
may go back again, for am not com
ing"
" My lady is very i'll, sir
Can't help it. Tell your master
that [ won't attend him or his family,
and he need send no more messages, as
| shall muffie the night-bell" And with
thao., x,,Ar1., III
the window
. What are you doing, John" said a
voice from the bed presently.
Tying stocking around the clap
per of this COMPOUNDED bell
What for?"
9 To get good sleep, in spite of Sir
Timothy Grabham"
Why, he has never sent for YOU -
. He has, though, the insolent screw:
his wife's ILL., >
90, well, dom tie up the bell, John;
she may be really bad, dying, you
know.
What is that to me?n
| know they have treated us very
badly; a rich man like that to refuse
to pay for your attendance it is I'M
heard of !. But other people might
want YOU.
Mot likely"
No, but it is Just possible. Don't
mu2e the bell
| need hardly tell the married reader
that the doctor got growing into bed,
with the hell-clapper free to rouse him
out again. In an hours time the pro
vo>ing hit of iron awaited itself of that
liberty, but for some minutes Mr.. Rad
ford declined to stir Consideration
tor his wife's rest, however, at length
induced him to turn out once more, and
again go through the process of refrig
Grafton.
Sir Timothy's messenger again, |
suppose 2" he cried.
" No, replied we'll known voice;
3" | am here myself
-" For what, purpose, Sir Timothy
Grahham, do you come and disturb
me, when You know very well that |
never intend to enter your doors
again ~
" Ay, ay, replied the voice from be-
low "but this is not time to bear
malice. [ tell You that my wife is dan
gerous IL, dying, believe; and if she
dies for want of medical assistance. Won
Will be responsible.
: Not SO the responsibility will all
lie on your own shoulders. am Door
man, working hard for my living, but
no one ever knew me neglect patient
because he could not pay me- Two
thirds Of my work Is done for nothing,
and those who can afford it ought to
take some share pf the burden mora