Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1875-06-04

BOZEMAN, MONTANA TERRITORY FRIDAY, JUNE 4, 1875
A WONDERFUL CURE.

A WONDERFUL CURE.
Tick! tick!' went the clock. sounding
as softly as the fall of August rain-drops
on moss-fringed brookside; 'chirrup, CHR.
rup, chee ee-ee!' twittered the canary bird,
as If it was talking under Its bu ath! Even
the Goals clinked softly down upon the
fender. as if they had their doubts upon
the likelihood of disturbing somebody.
The floor was carpeted with Turkey pile
the doors listed-the very light shut out
from the windows by crossing and inter
crossing folds Of silk and lace and linen
draperies, and there was . faint smell of
cologne and red ]ayen.ler through the
room.
Please, ma'am, here comes your tea,
SAID white.aproned attendant; and then.
and not until then, head became visible
in perfect maelstrom of perfumed, lace :
;edgcd pillows.
Jefferson, wish you'd have the hinges
Of the door oiled at once spoke fretful,
complaining voice. Its nothing but
crcak, squesk, squeak, creak. the whole
time! I'm nearly wild with the noise
Yes, ma'am, Immediately, ma'am.' as
sented Mrs. Jefferson. Try and sit up,
now, there's dear, and hayc little sup
of tea. It'll do you all the good il the
world! And here's the wing of broiled
chicken. and slice of toast beautifully
Drowned, ma'am, and soft boiled egg
Il coulln't cat a morscl, Jefferson,
sighed Mrs Pcnfich. But for all that,
she allowed herself to be bolstered up, and
was making quite respectable headway
upon the toast and chickens wing, when
the offending door gave . tremendous
squeak. and in walked a handsome blonde
mustached man of about thirty, to wit MIR.
!Penficld.
We'll, Delly!' cried out this visitor,
stumbling over q footstool in tlle semi
darkness, and knocking over the sugarbowl
and two teaspoons off the tray. And
how do you find yourself this mornings
Mrs. Penfleld put her hand to her brow,
and sank helplessly back among the pill
lows. Nurse Jefferson raised warning
= finger.
MY mistress Is dreadful nervous this
morning, sir, she said, IN the professional
sick room whine; She passed bad night
Sir
But, ignoring the nurse, Mr.. Penfield
lsat chcerfully down on the side of the bed
taking one of the little transparent hands
in his.
Don't you think you could get up lit
Tile, Sis? Such lovely day as it is-al
! spring w,rds and apple blossoms. A drive
in the park now
: DO you want to kill me outright, Wal
ter.' remarked Mrs. Penfield. jerking the
hand away from him, and feeling wildly
for her cologne bottle.
I NO, but begin to think you want it
kill yourself, Dell. in this hot, scented
room and
Men never did appreciate the delicacy
OF woman's constitution sighed Mrs
Penfield, while nurse Jefferson rolled W
lber ewes and elevated both hands in tht
q air, behind her masters back.
4 know you are not strong, my dear,
. said Walter Penfield, ap0logetically, 'bu
really think you'd feel better ii yot
didn't give up to it quite SO much.
Mrs. Penfeld's only reply was an osten
:; tatious sigh. Walter felt as if he was I
brute and rutf1an.
You will never believe that ! am ailins
until they carry me out in my coffin.' sh'
!, cried hystericaliy. of course, ! know In
d only care and On incumbrance, that
g .Haye ever given you any reason t
e talk So Delly?' the husband asked, grave'y
+ And then he rose and left the room.
%. dear, dear!' sobbed Mrs. Penfeld
s Take away the breakfast tray, Jefferson
II I've no vestige of appetite Left now!
9 do think there never was woman 9
e tried in all the world
. Men is all alike, ma'am,' sympathizet
Mrs. jefferson, obeying her mistress
s mandate. they s'poses everybody
e made Of cast. iron, like they is. Use nurses
}, liz q many families. ma'am, but never on
i where tho lady suffered more from be
!. nerves than you do, Mrs. Penfield, ma'am
!. Meanwhile Mr.. Penfeld, going dejec'
edly down stairs, met the doctor In tn
: ycstibule- brisk bright eyed little man
4 with white teeth and . pleasant, confiden
: |tial way with him, which took you quit
q lby storm.
.Ah, Penfeld, good'dayv said he. 'Ho'
: lie she, this morning.!
.Ob. much the same as usual, answere
: the patient's husband, dolcfully.
: L wish we could get her to exert hel
:. self . li,tle,' said DR.. Maybe. reBectivcl
" !. rubbing the bridge of his nose. a brsas
= !. of fresh air now, q timely diversion OF tn
], : mind, ray or SO of sunshine from the gu
5 Ter world,
" Mr.. PenfieId shook his head.
y Its no use trying said he. She's mad
- up her mind that she's an invalid, and .
E invalid she's likely to remain. And sh'
= odious old atiendan. makes It her bushes
- 10 foster the deluei0n.'
= IT'S too good place TO give up, SUI
1posc.' said DR.. Maybe. laughing. But
tell you what, Penield. there are SON
Ee forts which can only be taken BY ssras'
r'-gem.'
j, .Eh?' said Mr.. Pendeld.
+ Once get her out of her room, and ma
ID the battle is gained, : sug ges,sd the docto
ri Yes but how are you to do its'
II Are you in hurry to get down Tow
~ this murning.' queried DR. Maybe.
ID Not particularly. Why! asked -
erI Penfeld.
Then come into the brcakfast-room On
|lett talk it over. Because I really thin
Is something ought tc be done in the mattel
vel Mrs cAnfiell woke I'd the next mon