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

4 MkA NMI AANAAtI III kNAAtnk f'N fRWHNf
Why, DIR. Chopin II telling about your
case all over the city That j. the rea-
son you have had 50 many medical CALI
ers look NJ the young doctor stolid
\ IL while nv brain il slowly evolving
ideas which are only expressed in words
| like these: 80 unparalleled egotist, To
harbor for one moment the idea that
these groups OF keen-eyed men were
philanthropists whose hearts were
touched by Your frightful sufkrings and
unhappy fate Bah!
WHAT FOOL YOU ARE.
The mother who imagines the doctor
loves her sick child has the excuse Of
maternal interest and feminine weakness
for her ridiculous egotism. But ,on,
poor, dilapidated yellow-visaged wreck,
without home, family, or relatives in
this plague-stricken city"
unused thus with closed eyes. When
opened them the doctor had depart
ed, and Mrs. Delaney, with her ante
diluvian straw hat living where she had
placed il on my trunk, was busy measur-
ing out another Of those horrible modi-
Gums Of execrable physic which are con-
sidered the correct thing for my present
situation.
"Mrs. Delaney"
"Glory be to God! but yer voice is
as loud as BULL" she cried, getting
over little start
want TO write"
Yeez can't do It,"
II want some one to write for me-
Yeez can't do that, ayther."
But the doctor has allowed me to
dictate, and you wouldn't be so -"
"What docther?-the young wan?"
Yes"
~ don't care a schnap what he says.
All! well, yeez needn't cry, now Sure,
an name IL for the hist Yeez must
kape quiet. No, don't be so spoonkey,
an let me fix yer piley. Ill bring
Johnny, and yeez can tell him what to
write. Bad luck to him. il was his faut
we're down as We are now"
MY AMANUENsIs
Johnny comes according to promise.
He has all the physical and mental char
acteristics of the Irishman's American
son born and bred in large city.
Johnny is sharp, fairly educated, but a
confirmed hoodlum. He is 10 Years of
age, freckle-faced, strongly built, and
rather good-looking youth. With all his
hardened disregard Of the conventional
tiles, can easily see that he respects
me because am a newspaper-man. He
Is an ardent lover Of the horrible and
the exciting. He compartments that the
midnight murder, the awful accident,
the tragic suicide, the criminal trial, the
big sporting events Of the day, from
prize-tght or q regatta down TO game
of baseball, are all witnessed BY news
paper-men, and he looks up to me as
an authoritative source of golden in
formation.
Will he write as | dictate? Of course
he will. Is he not afraid Of catching
the fever? No; he has been there. All
right.
II is six weeks, or rather more, since
/ lounged into the billiard-room of the
St. Charles Hotel, and looked at the
flying ivory spheres as they were being
manipulated BY two local crack players.
There il yellow fever in the city, though
the newspapers say nothing on the sub.
ject. One Of the players, as he chalks
his cue, makes jesting allusion on the
arrival of
"BRoNzE JOHN
/ have been feeling an inexplicable SEN
sation growing over me, enveloping nv
limbs, covering my back, and swathing
nv chest with a garment Of shuddering
uneasiness. | didn't like the players
remark. ! inwardly wished that his OPP
ponent might beat him that game, and
str ode to one Of the seats against the
wall | was about turning round 10 sit
down, when something like n cricket
bat struck me on the back, and felt
terrible decrease in vitality. Why do
say cricket-batP Because it felt as
though light piece of wood, fashioned
like the flattish rounded blade OF
cricket-bat, had struck me squarely, but
not very hard, across the back, several
inches below the shoulder blades.
sink into the chair. A dull, but over
mastering pain shoots through my head
my limbs tremble. stare with peril
nacity at the game, however. My favor
lite player has an apparently impossible
shot. He looks at the situation of the
balls, and whistles deprecatingly as he
chalks his cue. With swift motion, as
II he had made up his mind for a coup
d,ficiie, he shoots his ball against the
object sphere. His ivory globe spins
swiftly round the table, making one,
two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
cushions, twice round the table, and
caroms, The spectators hum applause
IN enthusiastic, swarthy faced Creole
pounds his stick on the floor. Ny head
becomes oppressed with load Of pain,
and cold chills shoot up my back.
"wHERE DO YoU LIvEPr
asks the swarthy face. look half va
cantly in his face, and gurgle, "No. -
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