Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1877-08-31
BRATTIEBO VT, FRIDAY, AUGUST 81, 1877.

into my carriage, and I'll give you lift,
and well talk on The way DOWN. We'll,
he's at the theatre yet. And-and-do YOU
remember the Destruction of Sennacher-
ibY Nor Yes, you do. You remember
that woman in pink, who pirouelted in the
famous ballet scene2 You dontP Why,
yes, you dol Well imagine, of course 1
don't know-itS only a summary di9gno-
sis, but imagine that our friend With the
aneurism has attached himself to her."
"Doctor, you horrify me-"
"There are more things, Mr.. Poet, In
heaven and earth than are yet dreamt Of in
your philosophy. Listen. My diagnosis
may he wrong, but that woman called the
other day at my Office TO ask about him,
his health aud general condition. l told
her the truth-aud she tainted. 1t was
about as dead a faint as 1 ever saw | was
nearly an hour in bringing her out OF 1t.
OF course II was The heat Of the room, her
exertions The preceding week, and pre-
scrbed for her. Queer, wasn't 1t? Now,
If I were writer, and had your faculty,
I'd make something out of that"
"But how is his general health?"
will come, you know, at any moment lie
was up here the other day. Why, the pull
satinn was plaiu--why the entire arch of
the aorta What, yon get out here2 Gnnd
by"
or cpuise no uioralisi, no man writing
for a sensitive and strictly yirtuous publ
could further interest himself in this man.
So dismissed him at once from my mind,
and returned 10 the literary contemplation
of virtue that was clearly aud positively
defined, and of Sin that invariably COM
menced with capital letter. That this
man in his awful condition, lowering on
the verge Of eteruity, should allow himself
to be attracted by-but it was horrible 10
| contemplate.
Nevertheless, a month ailerward, | WIS
returning from festivity with my init
mate friend Smith, my distinguished friend
Jobling, my most respectable friend Rob
| inson, aud my wilticst friend Jones. 1t
was clear, starlil morning, and We seem
ed to hold lhe bread, beautiful avenue to
cursel es, and fear we acted as il ii were
so. AS we hilar!ousiy passed the corner Ol
! Eighteenth street, a coupe rolled by, and
suddenly heard my name called from its
gloomy depths.
al beg your PARDON" said the doctor, as
the diver drew up On the sidewalk, "but
I've some news for you. I've just been 10
see our poor friend -. or course l was
too late. He was gone in a flash"
"What, dedd2'
"As Pharaoh In an inst'nt, just as l
said. You see the rupture took place in
the descendn- arch of"
"But, dUctor?'
"It's queer story. Am l keeping you
from your rrieuds? No? Well, you sec
she--that woman spoke of-has written a
note based on what bad told her. lie goI
it, aud dropped in his dressing room, dead
as a herring"
"How could she have been so cruel
knowing his condition; she might With a
woman's tact have rejected him less alb
ruptly."
ayes, but you're wrong. By Juve she
accepted him ?-was willing 10 marry him.
"What?"
"Yes-don't yon see? 1t was joy tba
killed him. Cad, we never thought Of that
Queer, amt IL? See here, don't you think
You might make story ont of itT'
"But, doctor, il hasn't any moral"
"Humph! that's so. Good morning
Drive on, Johu."-Brete Hdrte Ia ". Y
Sun.