Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1876-05-04

Perhaps at that very moment poor
little Bobby was looking his last look
into his mothers eyes, and whisper
ing, t'Never mind, mother, it 8 too late.
l shan't want the physic now. You
may take it all yourself" ''But this
is weakness" said Mr.. Airey to him.
self, as he found the tears in his eyes.
He went home like man bent on dis
, charging a duty, and springing light
; as a French thinker from the particu.
lar to the general, wrote in his diary,
"American women have even less feel
ing than Parisian.'
\ week passed and Mr.. Airey had
not called upon his Boston acquaintan-
ces. 1t was no small sacrifice. Had
anyone ever told him that he was in love
with 4 married woman, his neatly ar
ranged hair would have risen and
betrayed the thin places. Neverthe.
less, on some of those platforms which
in countless numbers lie between the
abyss Of love and the heights Of SUBJ
lime indifference the estimable gentle
man moved with ease and grace. The
pleasure which he felt in the
society of 4 charming woman was, to
some extent, unlike that which he de-
rived from the conversation of his
maiden aunt or his former tutor. The
unlike element, whatever it may be,
never troubled his conscience; but
when he was forced to disapprove of
an attractive woman, he nanfully re.
sisted his inclination for her company.
He resisted his tendency to call up
on the Armsteads for full week.
"Unmothered mother!-heartless, pit
iless!" he frequently repeated to him.
self, recalling the words of Telema.
chus, and thereby raising himself to a
heroic elevation. Yet he was decided.
ly bored. He had walked daily on the
boulevard DIES Capucines, the Rue de
Ii Paix, the Rue de Rivoli, and the
Champs Elysees. He had stared into
all the chocolate-shops, and capped at
the allegorical works of Rubens in the
LOunre. He had moraliZed before the
ruins of the Tuileries,; and had scan
ned with approval that costly triumph
of indigestible gingerbread, distant
cousin of our own Albert memorial,
the new Opera-house.
| He had laughed under protest 1T NJ.
LecocQ's last opera, and stared with
blank amazement at the newest social
problem of NJ. Dumas-a problem on
the immediate solution of which the
existence of society evidently depend
ed, while he and the majority of man.
kind had been completely ignorant of
its existance. Mr.. Airey was bored,
but still he would not yield. 1t is
strange, if we consider his fixed deter
mination. that he remembered the
Armsteads' number so clearly; yet
! more strange, that on the eighth day
after their former meeting he had his
hand on the bell of their apartment.
Perhaps he went to moraliZe. perhaps
| to offer medicine. The door was
opened by French maid, who was
crying in 4 most becoming manner:
The visitors Imagination WAS aroused,
sis it Bobby!" he gaspel, She nod
ded prettily. She could not speak for
weeping. She led the way into the
| first room, and after q moments hest
tation he followed her. The sight
which he beheld was indeed surpris-
ing. On the table stood a bottle of
physic, and by it the most delicate Of
sweet bread untasted. Mr.. Armstrong,
his somewhat rugged face softened by
emotion. was bending, like breech-
loader with the charge withdrawn,
over comfortable sofa. Opposite to
him was his wife, who had sunk upon
the floor, and with tears pouring down
her cheeks was soothing the little sui
ferer. The little sufferer! Between
husband and wife, propped by the soft.
est pillows, draped by the softest
shawls, important. and deeply con-
scious of his Importance, reclined the
prince of pugs: Mr.. Armstead came
forward. slow do you sir! he said;
81 hoped you were the physician.
Have you any acquaintance with the
maladies of dogs?'' ''None whatever, -
said Mr.. Airey,- tartly land indeed I
am glad to see that you can interest
yourself in dog at such a moment. -
sat such. a moment!' repeated the
other; slowly. ''When little Bobby
began the Englishman, vissibly affect.
ed. "Why. sir, this is little Bobby
At the sound of his name, uttered in
that measured tone which he knew so
well, the sufferer turned a plaintive
1 eye upon the intruder. ''Behold how
the great.minded suffer - he seemed
to say. His skin was so loose that it
would have been we'll had an accom-.
plished workwoman gathered it in at
his waist. His coat was starry, and
his tall that sign of his nobility. I'm.
curled, The lines about his ebon
visage was deepened by illness. The
face told of suffering, but of 4 certain
pride in the interest which it excited.
The large. dark eye, was turned upon
Mr.. Airey, but awoke no pity in his
breast. That he should have expended
a whole weeks sentiment upon a sick
dog! AS we'll sit down in the ditch
with the great Mr., Steine to lament
over a dead donkey. II think l had
better go, said the m0ralist, with a
glance at Mrs. Armstead. II am afraid
that my wife is not equal to my con
versation at present. I trust that we
shall have the pleasure of seeing you
under happier circumstances" "Ah.
thanks, I'm sure, ah,''' murmured the
visitor, and he glanced again at the
; lady, She was wholly unconscious OF
his presence, She was holding the
limp right hand of the patient in hel
own, and was bathing it with hel
tears. Mr.. Airey departed abruptly.
The next morning, as the moralist
was toying with his breakfast, and
I meditating ftfully on the New Eng
land character, curious note was
brought to him. 1t was shaped like {
fam He opened it. with i sniff OF
scorn. 'Another novelty!'' he ex
claimed testify ,"Our mustard pots
are made like behring's; we shall sool
have beer jugs In the shape of baths
and baths disguised as hanson cabs
t Marvellous powers Of invention truly"
He spread out the sham fan, and read
the nimble- pointed characters: