Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1871-03-01
KILL OR CURE.
From Every Saturday.

furnished room In asplendid old house
casting up accounts by the light of f.
single candle. The weather being cold
one OF those baskets for live GOALS wbicl
are sometimes most appropriately call
ed k1il-Joys,o gllmmered in the hug,
CRATE. The door of the room, which
opened into the fine oak-panelled hall
was aJar, and presently servant-girl
bearing light, fitted by from the stair
case. Her master called her. eli
Jenny come here. What makes yo1
look scared 2 Is your mistress worse p
I'm afeared SO, Sir Timothy"
"Eh +! what ?-really badan
"Ye-es.n
"Going to die?n
: She says SO, Sir Timothy, and @
she looks it too! O sir,n cried the girl
earne silly, blurting out what was on hel
soul, if she were to die without doc
tor p
This abnormal possibility shocked
Sir Timothy Grabham also, the invalid
being, In a manner dear to him. 1t was
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. It 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 while, look.
ing down, and then muttered, ssI de
clared that [ would never send for that
fellow Radford again y; 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 Timothy2
There's no one else; so I suppose
he must -
Jenny vanished in search of that foot
man-greom- gardener named Charles :;
and her master tried to get back into
his sum, but made a mistake of two
penetrating and lapsed into revery.
Sir Timothy Grabham was not d nice
man, but If he had remained Indifferent
to his wlfe's condition, he would have
been monster She had now, for
thirty years, devoted herself to the diff
fcult task of pleasing him; she had
brought him money and saved him mon
ey; 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-
viction that he was going to remain un-
disturbed up to eight o'clock on the
following morning, for his last Gladys
case " was going on as favorably as if
civilization had been unknown, and no
feIlow-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
nlght-bell, and he had to wrench him.
self from his warm nook in the feathers,
teel Tor his dreeslng-gowns and slip
pers, blunder into the dressing-room,
which looked out on the front of the
house, and open the window "What
IS 1t 2" he shouted, shivering as the
frosty night-air blew In upon his face,
and played about his unprotected legs.
Please, 81 it's me-.
Idiot your name 2"
Charles, from the Hail."
Then, Charles from the Hall, YOU
may go back again, for I am not com
ing"
"My lady is very i'll, sir
Can't help it. Tell your master
that I won't attend him or his family,
and he need send no more messages, as
/ shall muff1e the night-bell" And with
these words the doctor banged down
the window.
What are you doing, John ?" said a
voice from the bed presently.
Tying stocking around the clap
per of this confounded bell.n
"What for2r
!" To get good sleep, in spite of Sir
Timothy Grabham.o
Why, he has never sent for YOU -
He has, though, the insolent screw:
his wife's ILL.,
90, well, don't tie up the bell, John;
she may be really bad,-dying, you
know.
What is that to me?'
q know they have treated us very
badly; rich man like that to refuse
to paw for your attendance it is un-
heard of ! But other people might
want you.n
"Not likely"
No, but it is just possible. Don't
muffie the bell. T"
need hardly tell the married reader
that the doctor got growing into bed,
with the bell-clapper free to rouse him
out again. In an hours time the pro-
voking bit of iron availed itself of that
liberty, but for some minutes Mr.. Rad
ford declined to stir. Consideration
for his wife's rest, however, at length
induced him to turn out once more, and
again go through the process of refrig-
GRAFTON.
''Sir Timotny's messenger again, [
suppose 2" he cried.
No. replied well known voice ::
" am here myself "
E" For what, purpose, Sir Timothy
Grabham, 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 Ill, l,-dying, believe; and if she
dies for want of medical assistance. YOU
will be responsible. J"
"Not so the responsibility will all
lie on your own shoulders. I am a poor
man, working hard for my living, but
no one ever knew me neglect a 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 nf the burden. more
especially you, the lord of the manor.
under whose protection the whole poor
are placed By Providence. Instead of
which, you refuse to pay me for actual
attendance upon yourself and your fam
ily for upwards of yearl"
" Stay, stay - cried Sir Timothy :
g you mistake: never refused to pay
you; | only omitted to doso. You are
really wrong to look upon it as per
sonal matter matter because | never pay any
did yon not bring an action? But
come, let us see if we cannot do busi-
ness together. Save my wife, and I
Will pay you hundred pounds.