The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1877-03-09
The Hour Of Doom.
OF Mr.. GossAMER's DREAMS.

''It's an omen," said Mr. Gossamer; "a
regular presentiment, and feel it my duty
to accept it as such |"
"My love, how can you talk 30 ?" said Mrs.
Gossamer, who was little snowdrop of
woman, some twenty years younger than
George Gordon Gossamer, Esquire" as the
direction read on the backs of his letters.
"Fiddlesticks p said DR.. Mopsley. who
was the family physician of the house,
hold of Gossamer.
81 tell you I've dreamed it three times |"
said Mr.. Gossamer, laying his head resign
edly back among the pillows of his easy
chair. "Three-times! And the third time
walked up all in cold bath of perspira-
tion |"
"Best thing that could happen to you,"
said DR.. Mopsley.
"In a sanitary point of view, perhaps"
unwillingly admitted Mr.. Gossamer. "But
look at these matters from a psychologist
al standpoint. am philosopher
mo, you're not" said DR.. Mopsley. ''If
you were, you'd not get such absurd cob
webs into your brain"
"There is point" said Mr.. Gossamer,
solemnly, sat which philosophy terminates
and intuition begins Mopsley, your argu.
ments are vain. This day week-on the
tenth of June lS-, shall be no longer in
the land of the living"
80, Gordon, don't" whimpered little Mrs
I
Gossamer, retreating behind lilac-border
ed pocket handkerchief with very big G
embroidered upon it.
~ can't help it," inexorably answered
Mr.. Gossamer. Truth is truth |"
"And did your dream divulge to you a
what precise hour you were to shuttle off thi
mortal coil?' jeeringly demanded DR.. MoTA
ley, who was mixing some powders at an op
posite table.
an my dream" gravely answered MI
Gossamer, "the clock Was visible upon yon
der wall. Its h-nds pointed to the hour G
eight p. m! So let it be! One can calcu
late more easily !"
"Oh, Gordon?" sobbed the wife.
"Stuhf and nonsense~ grunted the docto
re-corking one of his wide-mouthed bottle
with On energy that gave it the sound of
small piece of artillery.
ave shall see," said Mr.. Gossamer, lof
lily.
81 believe" muttered the doctor, "tt
man would rather absolutely die outrig
. than be proved in the wrong! Here, MI
Gossamer."
= "Yes, Doctorp' The little pink'hush
u face, with two small river-channels OF tea
on either side, emerged from behind t
- eclipse of cambria pocket'handkerchief
"You will be good enough to see that yo
Is husband takes these powders at intervals
two hours all day, and"
I'd Powders are of no avail" ominously
m terrupted the patient.
I'd "But my professional reputation is
some value, suppose" said the doct
'e sharply.
;" 80, l don't mind taking any amount
=, medicine to oblige y5u, said Mr. Gossam
w w resigcedly. Nothing signifies much to
man In my condition.
The doctor went out rather indignant
-, closing the door behind him with unnec
ed sary emphasis. And, five minutes aft
I'd ward, Ann, the domestic, tapped at the d,
of the sick room.
f. "If you please, ma'am, would you CO
Ma and give me the raisins for the pudding 7
"How can l think Of pudding 2" 3
he Mrs. Gossamer, Historically but her
Ia band raised his hand serenely.
of go, my love-" said he. "Let none of
daily duties of life be neglected on my
count. Go, Matilda. / desire it p
nd And Mrs. Gossamer hurryiug across
ia. hall found herself face to face with
mt Mopsley. .....
d. "Oh, doctor, thought you were gone
ice "Not yet," said the doctor laughin
ter "Puddings, ehs know capital rec,
in, for pudding. Just step into the libral
eet moment and you shall hear 1t. Gossams
.hs fooll' .s. .saas.
les ''oh. poctssp