The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1873-09-18

morton desired Wesly 10 Be pariieula
aud say irisad.
he bad not been gone perhaps ten mia
utcs when the freuul man exclaimed
. O, sally Am, do YOU think thst boy NiI
/ ever get bacs?
I O, yes, my dear, It is not time
Wen, do YOU think the deacon vii
come, Sally Ann2
4 Yes, NY dear, be will surely come,
{, he Is al home.
Bat, Sally Ann, will he be Of hsuiei
I Yes, IT'S most likely.
/ Wei, then, how long will be be, sally
+ Auu?
( Perhaps an hour, Samuel7
That will be 50 long, can't wait,
wish he had not gone, | wish he wouIC
come back, wish we had seut for old
Mrs. Perrin.
! wish we had; she is good nurse
Go TO the window, Sally Ann, and the
moment you see Westly, tell him 10 q
after Mrs Perrin as hard as be can drive
/ will, my dear.
/ Do you think she can do any good
Sally Ann?
/ Yes, she has been ia sickness great
deal aud she is good company, too.
wish Westly would come; do sou sec
him, Sally Auu2 O, dear me- o, mercy
0, my?
Are you IN great pain?
No, Sally Ann, but I'm so sick every
way.
What can do?
o, Sally Ann, don't want anything
nothing you can do will do me any good.
Get me a drink sf cold water, aud give
me a spoonful or two of custard, and put
the quilt over me and take the blanket
off, and bring me some hot tea and a
piece Of toast, and wet brown paper
with vinegar and tic it round my head,
and shake up my pillows, aud put the
top one down-its hot as lire-and the
upNH up hlhA 4 lallCu away BoOh
deal? Chaie my arms with your hands
harder, harder, harder, harder! Why
don't you get me the water2 o, Sally
Ann, you can't do anything for me that
will do me any good don't want any.
thing in the world can think of. Is he
coming?-h has been gone month.
Such and like were some Of the de-
mands made on the time and temper OF
the good little Mrs. Throckmorton; so
that it is no wonder that,
At the close Of the day, when the hamlet was
still,
And mortals the sweets OF forgetfulness prove,
she should have been worn down and
willing to send for Mrs. Perrin, or Dea-
con Whitfield, or anybody else.
AT the end of half an hour Westly re-
turned; aud though he brought the in
telligence that Deacon Whitfield would
be there almost as soon as himself, was
Immediately dispatched for Mrs. Perrin.
She can ride over on your horse, and
you eau walk, said the sick man; there is
no time to harness the horses. Tell her,
Westly, that am as bad as man can
be, and that | want her to come, If she
will be so good--so very good, and pass
the night with me. Be sure you say if
she will be so very good.
lie had scarcely gone, when there fell
soft tap on the chamber door Deacon
Whitfield had waived ceremony, and en-
tered without ringing.
Bad enough, Mr., Throckmorton, lie
said, sorrowfully, holding the sick mans
hand softly.
Yes, am very low.
A high fever, and increasing, should
say--a violent pulse. What have You
done for him, Mrs. Throckmorton?
Then came a recapitulation Of all that
had been done. The Deacon ehook his
head; he had seen many a similar case,
aud, critical as it was--he spoke low and
looked dubious-he believed If Mr..
Throckmorton would submit himself to
his direction, there would be little for
the physician to do on his arrival. lie
did not pretend bat that the patient was
in a most dangerous state, and advised
him TO be prepared for the worst, 70: hu-
man skill was often unavailing; and
though his was very great skin, it might
and probably would be baflled. So, in
the beginning of the deacons treatment
the fears Of his patient were greatly aug
mented-so much more, that he would
willingly have accepted any treatment.
o, Sally Ann, be exclaimed, do what
ever the good deacon wants, and let him
cure me.
Don't be too sanguine, my friend, re-
piled the deacon, solcmnly. You are very
bad--yery bad, indeed.
All the hot bricks were carried away
all the clothing tossed of, a chair was Gu
riously proppcd beneath the pillows to
Tighten the respiration, the brown paper
wet with vinegar was thrown IN The fire,
and half gallon OF saltish warm water
was administered.
After the desired effect had been pro-
duced, the patient found himself tremu-
lousy weak-felt himself growing worse
every moment, aud dispatched another
messenger for the surgeon, fifty miles
F d. q.
there was no hope, one having preceded
him six or eight hours.
To encourage and fortify his patient IN
his increasing illness and alarm, the dea-
con talked Of ali the horrible diseases he
had ever known of-alI the sudden
deaths and omens Of death beJs-how
such 80 one had been rs well a. any one
s, six o'clock, and brought home a corpse