The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-01-30


"Then there's only one resource"
Ah,-name it."
" Marry"
Bah Why, Pottsdam, the sight of
woman is perfectly hateful to me-"
"Such women as you have associated
with, grant. j don't mean for you to
marry load of silks, satins, jewelry and
red paint,-go and find real woman"
4" That would be wicked, to curse
lovely female with my deadening pres
ence. No, doctor, won't marry"
"Then," said the doctor, in a some
what peevish tone, "what in heavens
name would you dop"
"Give me something to cure me.
"I'll physic you"
L don't care for that, so that you can
cure me. The tooth-ache, the ear-ache,
the cholera-anything, would be prefer
able to this everlasting deluge of dark
ness that's rolling over my heart
For five minutes DIR. Pottsdam sat and
reflected. AT the end of that, half
hidden smile passed over his face, and
peculiar twinkle played in his sharp
gray eyes.
Bradley said he, 81 can't cure
YOU"
"Then go to the"
"Stop," interrupted the doctor. 81
know of man who can, though"
Egad that's good. Send him along"
But you'll have to go to him"
"Where is he ?'
A hundred miles from here, just be-
yond the Catskill mountain"
81 should die on the way"
"No, you won't. There lives one old
Doctor Forbush there, and l sincerely
believe he can cure you. In short, I'll
warrant cure. Say you'll go, and in
six months from now, you shall be
well man."
''Just tell me how l shall have to
travel"
Take the steamer as far as Catskill,
and from there you'll take first-rate
stage-coach."
Doctor Pottsdam," " exclaimed young
Bradley, in a like manner as drown
ing man would catch at straw, "I1l
go. But remember, you say this For
bush can cure me-"
"I'll stake my reputation on it."
Then I'll start tomorrow.
Not till day after tomorrow, and
then 1 will give you letters to him. Just
make yourself as comfortable as possible
till that time, and then you shall be
off,"
Comfortable as a dying convict" P"
uttered Bradley, sinking back once more
at full length upon his lounge. But
I'll try to live through it. Good day
doctor.n
In due time, the poor fellow found
himself sailing up the Hudson The
journey was tedious and monotonous
enough to one like him; but by spread
ing himself in his berth on board the
steamboat, and securing seat in the
stage where be could lay out at full
length, he managed to reach the dwell
ing of DIR. Forbush in aliving condition.
The old doctor was expecting his patient
and with a volume of smiles he assisted
him into the house, where everything
was prepared for his reception.
Anything in particular that you'd
like for supperp" asked the doctor, after
Bradley had disposed of himself on three
chairs and pillow.
saw some little chickens running
around in the yard. L wish you'd catch
one of them and broil it, Butter it well,
and let me have dry toast with it,
A smile passed over the old DOCTORS
face, but without any remark, he went
to obey the wish of his patient, and in
half an hour he was seated before the
dish he had named. Travelling had
somewhat sharpened his appetite, and
he ate more heartily than he had done
before for months.
When Bradley expressed his desire to
retire, the doctor took lamp and led the
way up stairs. The room into which
the young man was ushered, was at the
front of the house; a plain carpet cover
ed the floor, the hefurniture wassimple and
neat, small bookcase hung against the
wall, and the bed, covered with its
snowy clothing, was canopied by light
dimity curtains, and bore a tempting as
pect TO the weary traveller. al1 e
The next morning Richard Bradley
arose from his bed, but he felt weak and
sick, and at noon he retired again, and