Ellsworth American., 1871-07-13

I"'''- '"e was siippetcu ara dress
ing-gowned almost as soon as she was
awake. and ready to fly over the world
Tor remedies. The bell wouldn'. ring
no use calling for servants dom the
dark entry. She looked out of the
window, and saw light in the kitchen
wing she would slip down there and
make mustard poulticc with her own
hands.
oh, darling. promise me not TO die
before l get back = she said, candle in
hund. oh, darling, how i, dis,resses
me to see you suffer 50. I'll only be
gone minute.
She went; she reached the kitchen
she joined in making the poul,ice she
wrapped it in one Of her old hapdker
chiefs : she was on her return. when
the candle went out. leaving her in
darkness. Never mind she thought
she knew the way 10 her room more
over. every minute was precious when
her husband was suffering, She gropcd
and stumbled up stairways and along
passages.
\ partially open door, aud a faint.
very faint sutfuslon of lignt from A
window within, showed her at last that
she had reached her goal. Tossing the
hot poultice from hand 10 hand. she
rushed III, flew 10 the bedside of tn,
patient, and With dextrous. nursing
rapidity applied the mendicamcnt.
saying. There, darling now YOU will
he easier
10 her amazcment this wifely atten-
ton was responded TO bv a loud veil.
while at the same time the poultice was
snatched of and violently hurled
against the ceiling She heard the
sharp slap Of il as il struck aloft. and
the soft thud of it as it fell back on the
carpeted door. The elimination or
horror was reached when, in response
TO her pa!pitating question. .O1.
darling, WAS il too hot,' an unfamiliar
bass voice-some abominable stranse
mans voice shouted. What the,leure
doe, this mean
The awful truth flashed npon Fanny
She had poultlced somebody el.os
husband: she wa, in the wrong room.
1t was no place nor time for spologiz-
ing, nor even for shrieking. She few
IN the passage and back TO the starr
way. her heart beating as if it would
jump on 10 the door and run away hy
itself and the speed OF her slippers
FASTENED by the sound of "A door
banged furiously behind her. or
sudden she guessed the cause OF her
error. She hal not gone high enou.h
by one story.
'oh, darling, what shall do = she
exclaimed, rs she at last rustled into
her own room. slammed the door /,
and locked ii.
What Is the matter aske,i Frei,
"icHt4si4- "tsis SIT. .l...-.---
Then came the story. Fred could
not resist 1t. II was better than 10
OF mustard poulticc>. Before h. had
done laughing at it he was cured by il.
lie shrieked and chokei with laugh
ter, pulling up in pure exhaustion and
then commencing again
You shabby thing protested Fan
ny. in one of her sweet tempered pouts.
How can you laugh so when | wa,
frightened TO death, and there's no
poultice, and the kitchen shut up.
Il don't want any sobbed Fred. rnl
well. Its enough TO cure anybody. II
would raise the dead
'iou mean, shabby thing = repeated
Fanny: but rs she was mere tribe
hysterical. she too presently fell A.
laughing. The story was told over
again. and these two children laughed
themselves 10 sleep.
In the morning Fanny's first words
were oh dear He'll find it out Nv
name was on the handkeIch chief
Oh was it:' Answered the boy-hus-
band, and went of in fresh paroxysm
of merrlment. Il wonder what he
thinks OF his treatment. | wonder if
he's better.
Don't be silly, 'implored Fanny.
DO hurry! We must get away from
this place before breakfast Come Fred,
we must. won't ask YOU another
favor for year.
Very we'll, assented Fred. Well
go TO the next bathing place. dare
say it will be nice enough.
In an hour the two were on their
way TO the next railroad, the husband
shaking occasionally with suppressed
giggles. and the wife slyly Furnishing
him with pinches.
Meanwhile things went thus at the
Pequot House: About eight O'Clock a
middle.aged pursy, red-faced, eager
eyed gentleman made his appearance
at the office, holding in his hand what
looked like a wad of stained linen
Il should like To know what SOFT of a
house YOU keep here he said, in a
wrathful voice. to the 'gentlemanly
proprietor.
why, we keep respectable house,
| hope, returned that parsonage. with
natural state of inquiry.
Il don't see it, Sir declared the
stout gentleman. Here's pretty
trick TO be played ON a boarder. Last
night somebody got into my room and
clapped red-hot mustard poultice on
to me. And there it is he concluded.
sternly holding out the wad of moist
linen.
Il don't know what the dicken it
means, asseverated the amazed land
lord, putting on his spectacles and
staring at the poultice. I-I-I'll
see to it, Sir he added. retreating
little rs the mess was thrust nearer his
nose. III can find out who did it I'll
turn him out, Sir. By the way, let Inc
look at that. Isn't it handkerchief?
Certainly it is-a lauy's handkerchief.
And here's a name
'Lady's name" quickly demanded
the stout gentleman. Let me have
that poultice.'
Fanny Van Curler,' read the land
lord aloud, as he handed back the wad.
Fanny Van Cu-ler-so 1t is, re-
Deated the stout gentleman sWhO tho