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

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ciatingly long intervals, spoonful Of
ice-water, and sometimes piece Of ice
the size Of hazel-nut, rayed. and
cursed nj my landlady. She was vile,
she was atrocious. she was infamous |!
The recollection that she had promised
me ice-water, aud had heartlessly gone
back on her word. filled me with tenn
pestuous Indignation. Oh, II she had
given me that cooling drink would
have been we'll would not have been
the fiery furnace that am. II would
have choked off the
DEMON or THIRST
which IS now consuming my vitals Now
can drink the whole waler-supply Of
the city, What ecstasy a. be one of the
AZ inch pipes Of the Detroit water
works, wish the Mississippi River to
flow down my throat! Oh! give me the
ocean itself, with my personal orifice
somewhere in the Arctic seas near the
frozen pole!
The long night slowly tlits away, and
the blazing SON again scorches the
plague-stricken city. Mrs. Delaney, by
a fortunate chance, has been secured
Her last patient, Northern business
man, had died Mrs. Delaney does not
pretend to be very sorry. She is 81
years Of age, but more active than many
a young lady Of 70. She knows her bus
mess thoroughly, and has no vain senti.
mentalism in her composition. In the
intervals OF my restless tumbling about
the bed commune with Mrs Delaney.
Her first experience with yellow fever
was many years ago-in the bad season
of 1S37-when
HER FIRST HUSBAND
was victim 10 the plague. and she was
left alone with baby u fight the battle
of life. She married again, she tells me,
and her second husband il not dead vet.
She remarks in crisp voice that she
doesn't know where he is, and she
doesn't care. We change the subject
find that can not possibly die to-
day. This is the second, and conse-
quently an ewes number Of days.
IMAY DIE To MORROW,
which is Wednesday. the third day; or
| may become defunct on Friday. the
fifth day; or | may shuttle of this fiery,
superheated coil IN SUNDAY, the seventh
day; or | may linger IN agony till the
following tuesday, the ninth day; but
can scorch. and burn, and gasp, and
yell on any Of the intervening days with
out fear Of death. study this theory
over in wild, unconnected way, and
think il odd
"The docthers say the croisis must
cone on an odd day; and have always
found II so mySef," SAYS Mrs. Delaney.
I" Can We spitPn rhe change Of subject
is too abrupt,and stare al her vacantly
"Spit in that. Humphl Il yer mouth
sorep IL is. Well, that's good. Yen
lose a power o. blood out of yer mouth. .
Next day the doctor decides that am
afflicted with epistaxis Il don't know
whether have spelled il right) II is
bleeding from the mouth, tongue, and
gums. My tongue is swollen, and there
are raw assures in il, aud also in my
gums, and streams Of blood issuing all
the time. After awhile my nose con-
tributes a bloody stream, and family
ask Mrs Delaney if am going to bleed
to death.
"No; no danger of that. Bleeding is
q good sign she says. swallow
lime-water and calcined magnesia,
which, | am informed, prevents black
vomit. My eyes, which have been aching
terribly, now become tercely inflamed,
and seem to be ready to start out Of my
head. Toward evenisg sign to my
nurse to hand me a small mirror which
Is hanging agasa = til, wall She re-
fuses. inset She persists. be-
come exaeperated, and jump out Of bet,
and, with a firm step, walk up To the
wall ascend the chair, and take 1t
down
THE YELLOW FEVER FACE.
"Yer so purity, We must see yerself,"
says Mrs. Delaney, satirically.
can but inadequately describe the
expression Of my face. 1t was never a
good-looking countenance; nay, it was
always homely The criticisms have
heard on my ply siognomy might be sum
med up in the words ssstern'' and
.sour." Still it would pass in a very,
very large crowd. But this this Is the
face Of "A demon! My forehead is cor
rugated, my eyes are glaring and blood
shot; my swollen lips are bloody and
and my discolored teeth, set
fast, and expressing murder and de-
are combination and a
form, indeed, TO give the world assur-
ance Of fiendi | try TO mitigate the
expression by an attempt to smile, and
hyena.
On the fourth day suffer indescriba-
BILE torture, and my mind is filled up
with frenzy and Mortified imaginings.
The central delusion is, that am con-
demned To whirl, in the same manner
as water-wheel, over measureless
chasm, for just 1000. 900 years, Phan-
tasmagoria, in the form Of endless pro-
cessions Of men, women, and beasts,
each looking and leering at me, and
hooking nv sutierinVs. pass along IN