The Red Cloud chief., 1877-05-10

them here In this envelope. Tel Mn
Blank Ill Be there 1t land she car
give the baby this until I come. Say
there's no danger. These women are
an awful bother, Yes. he's At the thea
ter yet Which way are you going
Down town? Why can't you step into
my carriage. and I'll give you . lift,
and we'll talk on the way down? Well
he's at the theater yet. And-and-
do you remember the Destruction OF
SennacheribY No? Yes you do. You
remember that woman In pink. who
pirouetted in the famous ballet scene?
You don't? Why. yes. you do! Well,
/ amagine, Of course, l don't know-its
only q summary diagnosis. but l i'm.
agine 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. Ny
diagnosis may be wrong. but that
woman called the other day at my Office
TO ask about him. his health and gen.
eral condition. l told her the truth
and she tainted. 1t was about as dead
a faint as I ever saw; l was nearly An
hour in bringing her out Of It OF
course it was the heat Of the room, her
exertions the preceding week. and I
prescribed for her. Queer, wasn't it ?
Now, il / were q writer, and had your
faculty. I'd make something out of
that"
But how is his general health?"
70. about the same. He can't evade
what will come, you know, at any mo-
ment He was up here the other day.
Why the %pulsation was as plain-why
the entire arch Of the aOrta-What, you
get out here? Good by"
Ofcourse no mOrallst, no man writing
for a sensitive and strictly virtuOus
public could further interest himself in
this man. So l dismissed him at once
from my mind, and returned to the lit.
erary contemplation of virtue that was
clearly and positively defined. and of
Sin that invariably commenced with q
capital letter. That this man in his
awful condition, lowering on the verge
of eternity, should allow himself to be
attracted by-but it was horrible to
contemplate.
Nevertheless, a month afterward, l
was returning from a festivity with
my intimate friend Smith, my distin-
guished friend JObling, my most re-
spectacle friend Robinson, and my wit
Jiest friend Jones. 1t was a clear, star
lit morning, and we seemed to hold the
broad, beautiful avenue to ourselves,
and l fear we acted as if it were 80. As
we hilariously passed the corner of
Eighteenth street, a couple rolled by,
and l suddenly heard my name called
from its gloomy depths.
II beg your pardon" said the doctor,
as the driver drew up on the sidewalk,
but I've some news for you. I've just
been to see our poor friend - OF
course 1 was too late. He was gone in
q fash"
what, deadY"
"As Pharaoh! In an instant, just as l
said. You e the rupture took place
in the descending arch Of"
But, dOctorw
Its a queer story. Am / keeping
you from your friends? No? Well
you see She that woman l spoke Of
had written a note to him based on
what l told her. He got it, and dropped
in his dressing-room, dead as a herring"
"HOw could she have been so cruel,
knowing his condition; she might with
woman's tact have rejected him less
yes, but you're wrong. By Jove she
accepted him!-was willing to marry
him"
what"
"Yes-don't you see? 1t was joy that
killed him. Cad, we never thought of
that! Queer, amt it. See here, don't
you think you might make a story out
out of itY"
But, doctor, it hasn't got any moral"
"Humph! that's 30. Good morning.
Drive on JOhn."-Bret Hdrte in Mem
YORK Sun.