The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-12-17

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every preparation for death, and held
herself in readiness for whatever might
happen.
On the second evening after the re-
turn of the young couple, Charlss Will
son, who had been out, came into the
parlor where his brother-in.law sat
alone. g You know little Rose Pau
lier ?" the boy said.
q" Yes," the doctor replied, quickly
looking up, prepared to hear what was
to follow.
"Well, she died yesterday and was
buried to-day" Charles went on; and,
sitting down by a table, dropped his face
to II and burst into tears.
"Why Charlie ~ exclaimed his broth
er, going to him.
" Eugene, is my mother going to
die ?" the boy asked, wiping his eyes,
and looking intently into the DOCTORS
face.
Doctor Thayer took his brothers.
hand, and looked at him with kind and
solemn eyes.
"Charlie, 1 don't know" he said. I" L
shall know in few days. Be a man,
whatever happens. There are only you
and Meeta to hold up. You know Anne
breaks down entirely, poor child Be a
man, Charlie !"
The boy struggled nobly with his
emotions, choked and swallowed it
down. /" 1 will do the best can," he
whispered, not able to speak louder.
Doctor Thayer went up to the sick
room and left directions for the night
with the nurse. He then went to his
chamber, and, lying down beside his
wife, whom he had persuaded to go to
bed, coaxed and petted her while, win
ming from her promise to allow him to
go out to see patient. " may not be
able to get in till late,' he said. "And
L want you to try and sleep. Your
draught will soon work. Mother is
comfortable, and when come in will
step into her chamber again. / think
that she will have good night
Doctor Thayer, as soon as the ar
rangements for his marriage had been
made, and when it had been decided that
he was to board at the Wilson's, had
built him an Office there. 1t was
small building, connected with the cot
tage by covered passages and having an
entrance on side street. In the sum-
mer-time, when the trees were in full
leaf, this office was hardly visible from
the house, the windows being still fur
ther covered and hidden by hedge
of thorn.
The doctor felt very nervous this eve
ming. Though he would not own it
even to himself, his wife's want of self
control was burden to him. He was
also anxious on her account, and on her
mothers. 1t was impossible that he
should think of sleep. Besides, fevers
were prevailing to an alarming extent,
and he had his hands full. Coming
downstairs, he put on his hat and went
out, first glancing about, then taking the
road towards the poor-house. He was
little doubtful of success in his errand,
but 1t was worth trying. He knew
Warren, the poor-house keeper and that
the man was fond of money. The only
doubt was on account of the Burk-
hardts. If they had remained away
little longer, all would have been well
and, as it was, perhaps their coming
would make no difference.
IIa raoobaI fho ho,,oo id
Mr.. Warren himself,in his shirt-sleeves,
with lamp in his hand, was going
about locking up for the night. The
doctor tapped family on the side-light of
the front-door, and in moment the
man opened the door and came out,
knowing what the errand was the mo-
ment he saw Doctor Thayer's face.
Twenty dollars l'' said the doctor, in
a whisper.
81 don't dare, DOCTOR" the man re-
piled, also in whisper Mrs. Burk-
hardt might change her mind"
"What does she say 2" asked the
other impatiently.
"Why, she was sorry the child had
not been buried with her mother, but
supposed that it was too late now."
" There must be no disinterments in
this sickly season." the doctor said de-
cidedly, land 1 shall tell the selectmen
SO tomorrow. Tell your wife to plant
rosebud over the little things grave, and
1t will be all right. Mrs. Burkhardt
won't trouble herself if any one will