The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1876-03-03

ry night. But she roeoneiled me to it.
So old Maria departed ard took up
her ancient quarters in the nursery.
Penelope coughed twice in her sleep.
ooh why don't the doctor come
Mortimer, tl.is room is too warm. Turn
OFF the register-qnick -
| shut it off, glancirg at the ther-
mometer at the same time, and wonder
ing to myself it 10 was too warm for a
sick child The coachman arrived from
down town. now, with the news that
our physician was i'll and confined to
his bed. Mrs. McWilliams turned a
dead eye upon ME, and said in a dead
voice There is providence III it. It
is foreerdained. He never was sick be-
fore. Never. We have not been hv-
ing as we ought to live. Mortimer, /
have time and time again, told you so.
Now you see the result. Our child
VIII never get well. BE thankful if
youca forgive yourself, never can
forgive myself.'
said, without intent to hurt but
with needless choice of words, that
could not see that We had been living
such an abandoned life.
mortimer Do you want to bring
the Judgment upon baby, too?''
Then she began to cry, but suddenly
exclaimed !:
"The doctor must have sent medi-
cines ~
said:
"Ccrtainly; they are here. / was
only waiting for you TO give me a
cllance''
"Well, do give them to me Dou't
you know that every moment is precious
now? But what was the use in send
ing medicines, when he knows that tile
disease is ihcurabIe -
said that while there was life there
was hope.
"IIope! Mortimer, You know no
more what you are talking about than
the child unborn. II you would.
As | live, the directions say give one
teaspoonful once an hour i-as if we
had whole year before us to save the
Child in. Mortimer, please hurry.
Please give the poor perishing thing a
tablespoonful, and try to he quick
"Why, my dear, a Tablespoonful might
Don't drive me frantic.
There, there,
there, my precious, my own; its nasty,
bitter stuff, but its good tor Nelly
good for mothers precious darling, and
it will make her we'll There, there,
there, put the little head on mammals
breast, aud go to sleep, and pretty soon
oh, know she cart live till morn
ing Mortimer a tablespoonful every
i,alf hour will. Oh,the child needs
belladonna too; | know she does-and
aconite. Get them Mortimer Now
do let me have my way. You know
nothing about these things"
We now went to led. placing tie
crib close to my wife's pillow. All this
turmoil had worn upon me, AMI within
two minutes | was something more than
nalf asleep. Mrs. McWilliams aroused
me:
Darling is tie register turned ON 90
seNo."
81 thought as much. P,ease turn it
ON at once. This room is colds
| turned it on, ard presently fell
asleep again. j was aroused once more.
'tDearie, would you mind moving
the crib to your side of the bed ? It is
carer the register"
| moved it but had a collision with
the rug and woke up the chlld. dozed
off once more, while my vile quieted
the sufferer. But in little while these
words came murmuriIig remotely
through the fog of my drowsiness
"Mortimer, if we only had some
goose grease-will you ring 20
: | climbed drcarily out, and stepped
on a cat, which responded with protest
and would have got convincing kick
for it il. chair had not got it instead.
Now, Mortimer, why do you want
to turn up the gas and wake up the
child again ?"
''ISecause / want to see how much
am hurt, Caroline =
"Wcli, look at the chair, tool have
no doubt it is ruined. Poor cat, sup
pose you ehau-.'s esaf ~
"Now, Lam not going to suppose
anything about the cat. 1t Eever would
have occurred if Maria had been allow.
ed to remain here and attend to these
duties which are in her line, and are not
in nline.''
g 'sNow, Mortimer, l should think you
would be ashamed to make remark
ike that. It is pity If you cannot do
the few little things. that ask of you
at such an awful time as this, when our
child
There, there, / will do any thing
you want me to. But I cart raise any
body with this bell. They're all gone
to bed Where is the goose grease ?''
sOn the nlautle-piece in tile nursery.
It you Il step there and speak TO Maria
''
| fetched the goose-grease and went
to sleep again. Once more was called.
"Mortimer, ] SO hate to disturb you,
but the room is still too cold for me to |
try to apply this stuff. Would you
mind lighting the fire? Il is all ready |
TO touch match to-
/ dragged myself out and Lit the fire,
and then sat down disconsolate.
Mortimer, don't sit there and catch /
your death Of cold. Come to bed,
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