St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1874-12-04

pipNh AiiCt His IL III she Is uNlnS.
knew she was not dying. believed
she was making the fit, so did not 90
for the water. The water was brought.
however; for Mr.. Brown. completely
exhausted, was compelled to lay her
down: then he ran and brought a pitch
ertul. Sprinkle it upon her face" he
cried.
| had an idea. In II moment it mag
netlzed me into ii sort of spasmodic ac
tlvity. took hold of the pitcher, and
dashed its contents violently into her
face. For il moment she had terrible
struggle for her breath (no affcctation
i'll that), then relapsed again into her
what shall | call it 9-tantrums. She
was stiff as steclyards. and looked like
Il big doll cut out whole from one piece
of wood. Mr.. Brown took her up again
with infinite difficulty. and carried her
into the house, where he dropped her
upon IL bed. wanted him To stand her
on her head i'll one corneI, and prop her
up with furniture, but did not dare sug-
gest it. immediately there was Il clam
orous demand for hot water and other
restOlatives.
''Here, Lizzie, take off her shoes and
stockings, and bathe her feet
Well, | declare and it seemed that
| did not hear, for | went out and sat
down 10y the fire. Pretty soon it was.
"lizzle, make mustard poultices for
Alice'S ankles" | would have refused.
but that | had another idea, and com
piled. Make them weak. said my be-
loved. from the sick room mix them
half flour"
Half IL, i,,,I...Ii | -,
cgtr that WAS simply pNrndigncnu> acid
very slightly diluted. mixed ii with
that. and instead of Weakening the eff
fcct> of the mustard with flour. weak
ened it with red pepper. Then my
chaImer asked me To put the poulticc>
on her. OF course could not take :,
delicious Il job from him. and told him
50. | am bound to admit that the hII>-
~ : feet and ankles were the prrttic>t
ever SAN. | have no doubt but Mr.
Brown thought ;" too.
This wonderful. unparalleled comb
nation poultice had not been on more
than two minutes before she opened hen
eyes her charming blue eyes and he
gan to squirm. My dear, delightful
husband rushed to the rescue and pull
/ w NlI' WI 'llI'l III an III
>tant she stitlrncd herself in another
comNul>iom. All his time She had not
lost color. and her pIlS,. was uuchang-
ed. She knew perfectly we'll that had
no confidence III her acting. and rather
suppressed herself when WAS in tn,
room. When ! Went ont. and pccpc,
through the key hole. could see hcl
tearing at her bosom and hair. aud thy
ing I" bite her two ATTENDANTS. hop,
they enjoyed the performance
Poor Billy sat on he bed irving t,
hold her hands. To keep her from hunt
ing herself. He wa> all anxiety nov
and all c"ntriti"n. He begged her for
GiNcucss III the mos humble and pa
thctic way. He told her that no matte
what she should d" III the future, h,
would never ask h,q Il question nor ut
ter II rcproach. Then she would rui
her eyes up quite ont of sight. and he
one hundred and ninety pounds avnir
dup"is would settle an inch deeper int,
the mattress. q. dear, how | trrm
hlcd for the springs.
''Will >'I,. die, Mrs. Brown - a>kc,
Billy. during one OF these (litcr,In sink
ing spells.
wv dduE'I' pllIN. Sulutl
80. look at hcI,' he said in an agita
tion 81 painful to witness. that | tuun,
it difficult To- restrain myself from chok
ing the suffering angel a> she lay on tn
he'd ~ conveniently before me.
Il would rather have died then hiN
seen her 50. he added. with Il groam.
''Pcrhap> You will learn from thi
how L" treat a woman" said Mr.. Brown
~tcrnlN.
could not stay III the room anothr
moment. without danger "f an cNplu
sion. :" went ont. But what rrli,
could gain 10y going out. unless ha
some one with me before whom coul
boil over III that high pressure >tl
suited To the ctlcrNcScrnt state of IN
feelings.
"Mr. Brown. want to sec Nnu Il mo
mcnt.
MIR. B. came. did not take hold ,
one of the buttons al his coat. as
usually do in domestic conference. III
stood apart, and looked at him with
look that would probably have pao>c
muster as IA good calirature of eth
stony British stare" Wc read of.
At first could nnt speak for som,
thing III my throat. that might hay
been Little Pickles trap-hall from il
size and shape; but swallowed it an
began
''BiIly is not the only one who h;
learned something tonight. | hay
learned how Il woman can crush IL ma
i'll the very face of truth and iustic
aud cover up her own wicked, wicke
WAYS, 10y pricticing upon his silly syn
pathicS. And now give you ia
warning, Mr.. Brown, that whenever
want my way. and can't have it q
straightforward principles, intend
have fits. And when YOU see me in fit
/ | hope you'll know how to treat Il w
, man"
Mr.. B. is not Il Scotchman. and it
: possible to get an idea in his head will
out Il surgical operation but even ii
partner of his joys and sorrows will a'
nit that it requires something lit
short of il mental earthquake to do
In this instance, he looked at IN
and kept looking at first with Il perfect
blank face. then with an expression
;. hcwidrIment. then amazement, the
with awakening intelligence. and la
+ with something like scorn in his eye
II lie ulu iot speak. Like DiThlS- lie
p not overburdcned with colloquiaI poN
i ers but, unlike Barkis, when he do
a speak. it counts. As Aunt Becky list
- to say about him. John Brown is
man of mighty few words, but VIII
john Brown s,ivs, he ginerally says
g the pint" Feeling. as | suppose
,t did. Oh this occasion that even he con
a not speak sufficiently to the pint"
= do justice to the subject, he turn,
IS slowly and walked back into Alice
| room.
= Now there is no insult so CALLING to