The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1877-04-19

Destruction 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! Well, / imagine, of course
don't know-it's only summary
diagnosis, but imagine that our friend
with the aneurism has attached him.
self to her."
"DOctor, you horrlfy 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
woman called the other day at my Of
fee to ask about him. his health. and
general condition. l told her the truth
and she tainted. 1t was about as
dead faint as ever saw was near
" 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
lit! Now, if l were writer, and had
your faculty, I'd make something out
of that
s.But how is his general health !"
go, about the same. He can It evade
what will come, you know, at any mo-
ment. He was up here the other day.
Why the pulsation was as plaln-why
the entire arch of the aOrta-W hat,
you get out here? Good by
, Of course no moralist, no man writ
ing for a sensitive and strictly vir-
tuous public could further interest
himself in this man. So l dismissed
: L 49,
! turned to the literary contemplation
of virtue that was clearly and posi-
!. lively defined, and of Sin that lnvarl'
= ably commenced with capital letter
2 That this man, in his awful condition.
4 lowering on the verge Of eternity
i should allow himself to be attracted
y by-it was horrible to contemplate.
o Nevertheless, month afterward
: was returning from festivity will
J. nv intimate friend Smith, my distin
n guished friend Jobling, my most re
l. Spectacle friend Robinson, and M.
/, wittiest friend Jones. 1t was clear
e. starlit morning, and we seemed to holt
d the broad, beautiful avenue to our
1t selves and fear we acted as is it wer
Z, so. AS we hilariously passed the cor
o. ner of Eighteenth street, coup
1t rolled by, and l suddenly heard m
n name called from it's gloomy depths.
10 Il beg your PARDON" said the doc
le tor, as the driver drew up on the side
O. walk, s.but I've some news for yol
Up I've just been to see our poor frlen
as -. Of course l was too late. ID
O. was gone in fash
p "What, dead 7"
We Gas Pharoh In an instant, jul
I'll as said. You see the rupture toe
ar place in the descending arch
On the
an "But, doctor!''
It's queer story. Am l keepll
er YOU from your friends! No? We
Ia YOU see she, that woman I spoke Of
er- had written note to him based
b" what had told her. He got it, al
be dropped in his dressing ROOM de'
as as herring
"How could she have been 80 cruz
MS knowing his condition; she might, WI
DIS woman's tact, have rejected him le
at, abruptly"
Of eyes, but you're all wrong. By 10
in she accepted him!-was willing to mi
he ry him!''
ill "What?" :,
re. eyes, don't you see it was joy tt
it killed him. Cad, we never thougnt
lad that. Queer, amt it. See here, do
ser you think you might make story
full of it!'
try s.But, Doctor, it hasn't got a
eg- moral"
|eT. "Humph! That's so. Good mornil
,ok Drive on john
~ BRET HARTE