The Opelousas journal. [volume] (Opelousas, La.) 1868-1878, 1877-06-09

"Wel, where is the poor fellow now ?"
"He's still at the theatsr. James, il
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 come. Say
~tE7ere's ne danger. These women are an
awful bother! Yes, he's at the theater
yet. Which way are you going? Down
town? Why can't you step into my
carriage, and I'll give you a lift, and
we'll talk on the way down? Well, he's
at the theater yet, And-and-do you
remember the destruction of Sennach-
crib? No? Yes you do, You remem-
EbeF that woman in pink, vino pirsuetted
in the famous ballet scene! You don't?
Why, yes you do! Well, I imagine, of
course l don't know it's only a sum-
mary diagnosis; but ] imagine that our
friend with the aneurism has attached
himself to her." G
doctor, you herrify me-"
"There are more things, Mr.. Poet, in
heaven and earth than are dreamed of
in your philosophy. Listen. MY dag
nosis may be wrong, but that woman
called the other day at my Office to ask
about him, his health, and general con-
dition. / told her the truth-and she
tainted. 1t was about as dead a faint as
| ever saw ; | was nearly an hour in
bringing her out of it. OF purse it was
the heat of the room, her exertions the
preceding week, and / prescribed for her,
Queer, wasn't it? Now, if / were a
writer, and had your faculty, I'd make
something out of that"
But how is his general health ?"
20, about the same. He can't evade
what will come, youiknow, at any mo-
ment. He was up here the other day.
Why, the pulsation was as pIaieEwAy,
the entire arch of the aorta-What, you
get out here. Goodbye"
Of course no meralist, no mar writing
for a 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
invariably commenced with a capital
etter. That this man, in his awful con-
lowering on the verge of eternity,
'hould allow himself to be attracted by
it was horrible to contemplate.
Nevertheless, a month afterward / was
'eturning from q festivity with my init
nate friend Smith, my distinguished
riend Jobling, my most respectable
riend Robinson and my wittiest friend
Zones. 1t was a clear, starlit morning,
nd we seemed to hold the broad, beau
iful avenue to ourselves, and i fear we
cted as if IL were so. AS we hilariously
assed the corner of Eighteenth street, a
ouple passed by, and / suddenly heard
~ nane called from its gloomy depths.
!" beg your pardon" said the doctor,
the driver drew up on the sidewalk,
but I've some new for youe I've just
cen to see our poor friend ~ OF
purse I was too late. He was gone in a
.
"What, dead?'
"As Pharaoh. In an instant, just as {
You see The rupture took place in j
le descending arch Of" q
& But doctor 2"
" It's . queer story. Am I keeping you /
ON your friends? Mol Well, you see q
that woman / spoke oil, had wriaena I
,te to him based on what | had told her. >
. got it, and dropped in bis dressing
ON, dead Is . herring"
. How could she have been 80 cruel. &
his condition; she might with 5
woman's tact have rejected him less v
ruptly.n c.
: Yea, but you're all wrong. By Joye h