The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1878-09-06

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"Ifye git the bloody sweat. yer gone"
says Mrs. Delaney, with charming SYM
patty.
learn from her that fatal symptom
of yellow-jack Is universal bleeding
from the pores ~ the skin, and that,
when this makes its appearance, the
patient may as well throw up the
sponge. tell her boastfully that blood
sweat or black-vomit has no terrors for
mel would just a. soon have both Of
them together. She's Us ssShut upi' but
says II softly, aud endeavers u arrange
the sheet in which my tortured form is
partially enwrapped. The contact Of
the mere cloth on my add ,men makes
me shrek with agony. rise from the
bed frantically and approach the win
dow, and my burning eyesare saluted by
A FUNERAL PROCESSION,
preceded by hearse with nodding
plumes. Shocked, in spite of a reck-
Iessness born Of fierce pain, | lie down
again, but no position gives comfort.
The fiery heat which consumes my alb
domcn Is supplemented with horrible
pains in my loins, thighs, calves, knees,
ankles, and even toes, which feel as
though scraped by razor and then
gnawed by a dogs sharp teeth.
The pain in my head becomes more
intense, and SO does the agony in every
part of my body. No position gives
ease. My stomach and bowels have a
burning heat, as though scalded by boil
ing water or scorched by Goals Of fire,
and shrek, and baSpheme, and curse
my nurse and landlady for not adequate
ly assuaging my thirst. lie on my
back or side, with knees drawn up, and
objurgate God and man. Then there
slowly comes a change. My skin, which
during the first three DAYS was hot and
dry, and afterward, on the fourth day,
slightly moist, now perspires freely.
Worn out, lie gasping and grooming,
and still afflicted with pain and thirst.
The doctor is summoned, and comes
with his brown, genteel assistant, and
says he rather thinks will be all right
in few days. He looks pleased, and
SO does his assistant Mrs Delaney i
cool and unmoved. As nig Il approaches
she lights the ga> (the ngnt does not
hurt my eyes at alD aud lets down the
curtain, and. seeing that am tolerably
quiet, asks il she can leave me for half
an hour groan ass mt, while my
heart jumps with expec alton. Her
toilet is easily made aud ~he j. gone.
A NOCTURNAL EXCURSION.
Now or never. rise with difficulty
and peer round for the water-pitcher.
Curses on her, she has taken il away
fall back in profound despair In
the silence Of the night hear the oisy
EXPLANATIONS OF caId players in the lit
tie coffee house on the corner across the
way. A wild idea crosses my Drain,
and deliberately slide out of bed and
lie prone on the carpet. Then | roll
slowly toward he door. lacking around
the table and my nurses chair so as to
save exertion. Then turn the handle,
and the dooropens toward me. No fear
of being discovered! | and my nurse
are the only occupants Of the house, and
she is out!
am attired in a simple costume con-
sisting Of only one linen garment, while
around my neck Is cloth stained with
blood from my mouth descend the /
stairs which lead 10 the side door in the
primitive manner Of child Of ten
months, and unlock the door leading 10 |
the side of The house Across the mar
row street 1t is scarcely twelve feet in l
WIDTHS the one story coffee house. Y
The saloons Of New Orleans are gener-
ally called coffee houses. and number
of them keep the fragrant decoction Of
the bean Of Yemen always on hand.
This coffee-house is simply tenth-raie
bar-room, frequented principally by
dagos,' which generic title takes in
all men Of Spanish extraction engaged \
in fishing or bringing fruit or vegeta-
bles 70 market from points on the river.
The landlord, a Misunderstanding " da-
CO." with dark, pallid face like Las
car, Is playing cards with three Of his \
customers, with all the heat and noise
peculiar TO gamblers Of the Latin race.
| see them through stationary wooden
blind, which partially conceals the shah
by bar and the array 81 bottles and de-
canters reflected in Il cheap, dirty mir
ror. | make my way over the pave
ment on my hands and knees. pause
unobserved under the veranda 81 the
groggery, and gaze with feverish desire
on something which stands on the coun-
ter. My head burns fiercely with my
unwonted exertion. Finally, with a SUI
preme effort, stagger across the room
70 the bar, lift up the battered pewter
ice-pitcher 70 my lips, and commence
drinking. TO my dying day VIII de-
clare that draaght
THE SWEETEST EVER DRANK BY MAN.
The next moment there was a hurried
movement. Two Of the men ran out
with howl Of horror The landlord
snai ched the pitcher from my lips, and
his companion seized me in his arms.
Those dagos" arenot afraid ~ yellow
fever. caught sight Of yellow-face''
demon in the mirror at the same time,
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