Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1877-09-17
"Well, where is the poor fellow

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now?"
"He's still at the theatre. James, if
these powders are called for. you'll find
them here in this envelope. Tell Mrs.
Blank I'll be there at seven, and she
can give the baby this until I come.
Say there's no danger. These women
are an awful botherl Yes, he's at the
theater yet. Which way are you 60
ing? Down town? Why can't you
step into my carriage, and I'll give you
a life, and we'll talk on the way down i?
Well. he's at the theatre yet. And
and-do you remember the Destruction
of Sennacherib No? Yes, you do.
You remember that woman in pink, who
promoted in the famous ballet see ne
You don't? Why, yes, you dol Well
| imagine, of course l don't know-its
only summary diagnosis, but I 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 be wrong, but that wo-
man called the other day at my Office
to ask about him, his health and gener-
al condition. 1 told her the truth
and she tainted. 1t was about as dead
a faint as I ever saw; | 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 pre-
scribed for her. Queer, wasn't it 2
Now, if 1 were writer, and had your
faculty, I'd make something out of
that"
"But how is his general health?"
80, 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 plain-why the
entire arch of the aorta-What, you get
out here? Good by"
Of course no moralist, no man writ
ing for a sensitive and strictly virtuous
public could further interest himself in
this man. So / 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 a
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, month afterward, l
was returning from festivity with my
intimate friend Smith, my distinguish
ed friend Jobling, my most respectable
friend Robinson, and my wittiest friend
Jones. 1t was a clear, starlit morning,
and we seemed to hold the broad, beau
tiful avenue to ourselves, and l fear we
acted as if it were so. AS we hilarious
ly passed the corner of Eighteenth street
a coupe rolled by, and suddenly heard
my name called from its gloomy depths
81 beg your pardon" said the doc
tor, as the driver drew up on the side.
walk. "but I've some news for you. I've
just been to see our poor friend. Oh
course l was too late. He was gone in
a fash"
"What, dead"
GAS Pharaoh In an instant, Just
as | said. You see the rupture took
place in the descending arch Of
"But, dOctor?"
ats queer story. Am l keeping
you from your friends No? Well
you see she-that woman spoke Of
has written a note based on what l haC
told her. He got it, and dropped il
his dressing room, dead as herring"
"How could she have been so cruel
knowing his condition; she might with
woman's tact have rejected him les
abruptly"
Eyes, but you're wrong. By Jov'
she accepted him p was willing to mar
ry him."
"What ?"
N"Yes-don't you see? 1t was jo,
that killed him, Cad, we never though
of that Queer, amt it? See here
don't you think you might make a stor,
out of it?'
"Bqt doctor, it hasn't any moral"
"Humphl that's so. Good morning
Drive on, ."-Brete Harte IN a
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