The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1877-03-09


doctor, nodding his head like Japanese
idol. "Yeu must elopeW
81, Doctor"
"Yes, you, Mrs. Gossamerv'
1t was the evening of the tenth Of June
the clocks were just striking six-a good
many Of them too, for Mr.. Gossamer had
rather mania on the subject of clocks, and
kept one in nearly every room in the
house.
He listened with a sort Of gloomy salts.
faction to their multitudinous clang and
jingle
"The last time l shall ever hear them
strike six |" said he. "That one in the Ii
brary is four seconds behind the rest.
should have liked to set it but l fear I'm
not quite strong enough. "Ah well-a day
| time will soon be matter of small conse-
quence to me! And speaking of time--I
wonder where Matilda is?"
Just at that moment Ann came in with
tray containing tea and toast, and saucer
Of early strawberries.
"Where's your mistress, Ann7' demand.
ed the invalid, rather petulantly.
In reply to this, Ann dropped her tray,
and screwed the corner of her pink calics
apron into her eyes.
81 can't help it, sir" she said in tone
between a howl and whine. ~ wasn't q
listenin' sir but l could help hearin' it |!
And wouldn't believed it of missus, so l
wouldn't"
| "Woman, what do you mean ?" demanded
Mr.. Gossamer, sitting up in his chair, and
staring very hard at her.
at amt my fault, sir -
"What isn't your fault ?"
"That-that she's gone and run away with
the doctor~
"You're a fool - said Mr.. Gossamer
irately.
81 heard 1t with my own ears" blubbered
Ann. "a carriage to be waiting at the end
of the street at half past six precisely. AND
, DIR. Mopsley's.in it And my missus, sh,
3 cried and says, poor dear husband as need
her And he says he wouldn't need he
much longer, and"
"Ill not endure this!" roared out Mr. Cos.
samer springing to his feet with nimble
ness that was astounding in an invalid
t "Six clock And I've two good hours yet
/. What sort of carriage was it then p
"The DOCTORS brougham, sir-a chok'ia
+ color, with yaller stripe around the body.
: "Call me a cab, Ann And tell John t.
come and help me on with my clothes"
:, "But you're a dyin sir'
$ "Not quite yet" said Mr.. Gossame,
i grinding his teeth. And he muttered a
e Ann hurried away-"To think that Matild
n could be false to me while am yet in tn
land of tn livin
5. With the aid of John, he contrived to
r out of doors and in the carriage in less tha
g fifteen minutes.
snow drive for your life," gasped be, ,
ID he caught sight of the chocolate eolors
brougham rattling around the corne
at "Catch that other carriage Don't spare Il
is horses |"
"All right, sir" said the csbman, with
grin. "We'll give 'em a chase"
,, Up Fifth avenue to the Park; around d
- Park to the Bloomingdale road, where Il
of shade of the gigantic elms lay like bla
bars athwart the mellow glow of the sunse
across by Kings Bridge down the Cent?
Boulevard; still the chocolate broughs
- contrived to Feep just so much in advance
~ them. Mr.. Gossamer shouted breathless
rections to the cabman he jumped up a
down in his excitement
q "Stop 'em!" roared he stop 'em |"
" as it your daughter as the cove's rum
, away with9' bswled the csbman hoarse
ne keep stiff upper lip, old gent We
sh' catch 'em, or we'll know the reason VIII
f'' Gee.e-ee up. Dobbin!'
1t was race-night. There was q block
leu carriages on the Bridge at Macomb's Da
a" the wheel of the cab got neatly locked
'he that of the chocolate brougham
"Villain !" shouted Gossamer thrusting
VI sat chuckling inside. II have eau
+, your"
And the big bell struck eight
-. "Heyl Halo !" cried out the doc
49, $50 you're not dead r.
" "Nc 90" beloved Gossamer, AN
don't mean to die until I've made you
u the weight of an injured husbands wr
ief' Where is she f' and he stared around
= limited dimensions of the coupe.
"Where is who?"
tly, "My wife,"
ees- "At my house with Mrs. Mopsley."
ter Hasn't she been with your"
ioor mo, she hasn't Don't be q fool u
This drive has been the best thing goin,
Dme you Feel like different person, eh
7" thought So Go home sleep well anC
said morrow you'll be quite ready to pardon
hus- little strategem."
"But my wifeH"
the you'll find her waiting for yos at b.
ac- by the time you get there |"
. So the hour of doom passed by, and
the Gossamer ID alive yet. Aud he has for,
Dr. Dr. Mopsley for the elopement that W
any elopement after all. As for drea
p he has left of that practice.
Ugly.
,eipt Mrs. Spinks," observed q border