Litchfield enquirer., 1877-05-10

| E Man with an Aneurisan," that, happening to 10 at dinner party of practical busi- ness mon. Isonght to interest them with tho details of the above story, delivered | uith such skill and pathos as could com maud l regret to say that, as 6 pathetic, story, it for a moment seemed to be a dead failure. At last prominent banker sitting next to me turned to me with the awful question. 'Why don't your friend try to realize on his life insurance?" I begged his pardon; didn't quite under Stand. 70, discount. sell out. Look here-(after pause.) Let him assign his policy to me-it's not much of risk. on your statement. Well,-I'll give him his five thousand dollars clear.
 And he did. Under the advice of this cool headed-I think may add warm hearted-banker, ''The Man with an An eurism" invested his money in the name of, azad for the benefit of. his wife. in cer- tain securities that paid hlm a. small but regnlnp stipvnd, DnC lie still continued ] upon the boards of the theatre.
 By reason Of some business engage ments that called me away from the city, I did not see my friend, the physician, for three months afterward. When I did I asked tidings of "The Man with the Anenrism. The doctors kind face grew sad. ''Pm afraid-that IS, l don't extct- l ly know whether I've good news or bad l Did you ever see his wife?"
 never had
 "Well, she was younger than he. and rather attractive. One of those doll-faced women. You remember, he settled that life insurance policy on her and the chil- dred; she might have waited. She didn't. The other day she eloped with some fel- low, I don't remember his pane, with the children and the five thousand dol lars"
 | ''And the shock killed him." 1 said, 1 with poetic promptitude.
 'No-that is-not yet; Saw him yes- tesday, l" said the doctor, with .conscien- l tious professional precision, looking over his list of calls.
 ''Well, where is the poor fellow now?" "He's still at the theatre James, if them here in this envelope. Tell Mrs. Blank I'll be there at 7-and she can give l the baby this until I come. Say there's no danger. These women are an awful l bother! Yes, he's at the theatre 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 theatre yet And-and-do you remember the De | struction of Sennacherib:' No? Yes you do. You remember that woman in pink, | who pirouetted in the famous ballet scene! You don't? Why, yes; you do! | We'll. imagine, of course don't know it's only summary diagnosis, but l im- ! agine that our friend with the aneurism | hoe b;rooalf &o hos
 "Doctor, you horrify me-.
 "There are more things. Mr. Poet, in heaven and earth, than are yet dreamt of in your philosophy. Listen. My diag- nosis may be wrong, but that woman cal led the other day at my office to ask about him. his health and general condition. I told her the truth-and she .fai7,ted It was abouCas dead faint as I ever saw; I 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 prescribed for her. Queer, wasn't t | 1t? Now, If I were a writer, and had your faculty, I'd make something out of that"
 ''But how Is his general health?" r 70, about the same. He can't evade what will come, you know, at any mo I 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."
 Of course no moralist, no man writing for sensitive and strictly virtuous pub- lie. could further interest himself in this man So dismissed him at once from my mind, and returned to the literary contemplation of virtue that was clearly | and positively defined, and of Sin, that | invaribly commenced with capital letter. That this man, in his awful condition, lowering on the verge of eternity, should allow himself to be attracted bv-but it was horrible to contemplate. Nevertheless, month afterwards I was returning from festivlty. with my inti- mate friend Smith, my distinguished friend Jobling, my most respectable | frieud Robinson. and my wittiest friend Jones. It was clear, starlit morning, and we seemed to hold-the broad, beauti- l full avenue to ourselves, and fear we acted as if it were SO. As we hiiarionsly | passed the corner of Eighteenth street a | coupe rolled by, and I suddenly heard my name called from It's 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, I was too late. He was gone in a 1 flash"
 "What, dead?"
 l 'As Pharaoh! In an instant. just as I said. You seethe rupture took place in the descending arch of''-
 1 But, Doctor!"
 "It's queer story. Am keeping you from your friends? No? We'll, you see she that woman I spoke of-had written a note to him based on what had told her. He got 1t. and dropped in his dres- sing room. dead as herring"
 ''How could she have been so cruel, knowing his condition; she might with woman's tact have rejected him less abruptly"
 "Yes, but you're all wrong. By Jove, she accepted him!-was willing to mar ry him!'
 .sWhat?"
 "Yes, ,-don't you see. It was joy that killed him. Cad, we never thought of that! Queer, aint it. See here. don't you think you might make story out oi it?"
 ''But, Doctor. it hasn't got any nor. al."
 "Humpl That's so. Good morning. Drive on, John. "--Ne,U York ,StAa.
 TITANs AND MEN.
 Blessed are the Leek," exclaims the
 voice of inspiration, but can 8 man be
 meek with the consciousness that dread
 ful monster is consuming his vitals. We
 are not race of Titans A Prometheus