Ellsworth American., 1871-07-13


my husband was sick. l was taking
care Of him. l have nothing to do
with you. Sir. wish you would
leave me-"
"Oh, don't say it wasn't for me !"
gasped Mr. Willard, laying his fat
poultice Of a hand on his distressed
bosom ut was the most delicate
little attention that ! ever received in
my life. 1t went straight TO my heart.
On, don't say it wasn't for me =
Go away, Sir" ordered Mrs. Van
Curler, little puzzled, bnt thoroughly
outraged. ~ won't talk to you"
Instead Of departing he turned and
stared at Fred, who was now approach
ing.
us that your husbands" He asked.
dropping his voice to an awful bass.
as II he had let it down into 4 sep
ulchre.
Yes. answered Fanny hoping to
frighten him away.
"He's IS mad rs a March hare, +" con-
tinued Mr.. Willard. still in the same
impressive bass.
Fanny looked up in surprise, query
ing for the first time whether the
stranger were out Of his wits, for IN
10 TINS moment the idea had been pre-
dominant with her that she was being
cau.elessly insulted.
Don't be alarmed !" Eexhorted the
ofiicious Willard. '.He shan't hur, n
hair OF your precious head. I'll pro
tect YOU
Fanny's sole answer was to run To
Fred, catch him by the arm, and drap
him away. But the young fellow had
learned from a waiter that this was the
man with the guitar, and his martial
soul was bent on vengeance.
\ Look here. Sir '" He called. break
ing away from Fanny and advancing
on the stranger. Il want a word with
YOU You are the person who sang an
linpertInent song under my window"
Y "lmpertinent No, Siri" Declared
the stout gentleman. II wrote it nv
self. ! wrote it in praise Of that lady
| owe her debt of gratitude. Sir. /
,rW pay it. au hers, Sir: hers. bo-
dy aud soul. You can't prove the
contrary. defy YOU"
As Mr.. Willard here fell to dancing
and swapping his fingers. Fred ceased
his threatening advance. and mnttrrcd.
The man is mad"
Al tins moment another parsonage
I Joined in the dialogue. From behind
Il bowling-alley, which stood convent.
emily at hand, glided 4 stout younr
fellow IN coarse morning suit. who
softly approached the stout gentleman
al ahl toncned MN on the shoulder
newcomer. gr'nneci in shecpi,h stvlc.
I and sad. Go way :"
We'll. Mr.. Willard. are You ready lo
go back was the smiling reply ol as
surcd authoritv:"
No, I'm not quite read, urged Mr..
| willard. Here lady who REQUIRE.
my protection. I'm under tie greatest
/ obligations to her. | don't want 10
I leave her.
Let me speak 10 her about II. -.I,l
The stranger. lie came up 10 Van Cur
Ter and whispered, This gent Iu.> 49,
capped from the Blooninsdalr hospital
Tor the insane. am one uf the krrn.I.,
and am here 10 take him back
"l'' all arranged. Mr. Willard. ~
| continued. returning to tn. >fo.:t o.n-
4 tlemcn. The ladv i wilIiuu ,,,,.
should 90. Come
Ii was quite curious To see how sane
in appearance the old fellow became Tie
moment his back was turned upon Mr..
Van Curler, and he ielt hi, arm in that
OF his legal mentor. Tie walked IN
with an air OF placid respectabllit,
which would have gained him entry H.
to any hotel in Christendom or induced
bank cashier who did not know him
10 cash his note
mere goes your patient. IN smiled
FRED. You didn't effect much Of 4,
cure. lou should have clapprd the
mustard on his head
You shabby thing" pouted Fanny.
u was all Tor your sake that cot into
that trouble. You >hant bring It ~
again. On, dear
hat Is the natter
Me- gone off with my handkerchief
and 1t has my name on it,"
100 late, answered Fred There
he goes, whipped OF Tor thr Drain.
Well, he's only a lunatic: let him have
II. We shan { hear OF it again.
a year or 80 after this adventure Van
Curler had obtained a permanent posi-
non on leading journal, which, To-
sethcr with his other sources oi literary
gam, enabled him 10 risk the costly ex-
pertinent oi housekeeping Too poor
" sport DrowiI--tone front, or any
'hih9 IKE IL, nc took IL fiat, or suit of
apartments, consisting ol parur. bed
roo"i' servant room, kitchen. and
>tore-room His wife, a girl of t .e bv-
Soho pcrlou, as We have ALREADY limited.
so' aiohS win cook merely. aud did
ner own Ded-making, sweeping, and
uustihS-a gay, contemted, healthy liltlr
speck oi housewife, a, busy and
chirrup! as a robin building her nest.
Ohe SUNDAY, hardly week after the
opening of this paradise. she rushed ~
upon her husband with Il ciuck OF
alarm: Oh, Fred. who do Won tlnk
I've seen in the passage:
Giant Despair? INQUIRED Fred who
IKE many husbands, was inclined "a /
make fun of his wiie's excitemeuts
The man who plagued rs "a. The
mailman with the guitar!
Oh. Your patient? Has he yot out |
~ ofsN an tnlug! l)lu he !
renew hi. declarations:
Amt you ashamed, Fred? No. tie
didn speak. He didn't even ,ooL n, |
me IN any particular way.
Hes recovered his reason, observed |
the husband, with grin; but the Joke |
was lost on Fanny, who Jailed to laugh |
ana say, iou mean thing! Thus dis
appointed of his usual reward for !,
witticism on his wife, Fred deyeloped \ |
certain amount Of pugnacity, proposing
to look up Mr.. Willard and tuln him
out oi the house, or, perhaps, capture
him and take him back to the asylum
These absurd projects being overruled
by Fanny, he consented to 90 10 Cen |
tral Park for walk
A. the Park new adventure-sud- |
den thunderstorm and no umbrella
hasty run for an unfinished building.
Fanny would have got thorough, |
soaked had not stout, red-faced gen.