Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1878-04-17

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"Sirp
al mean II afraid IL isl"
Then he took up another, and
out of compassion, she said:
"Let me button 1t for you. AL
men are death on buttons and but
ton-holes-I know by poor Thorn.
Then she fitted on the collar, ant
the bachelor was ecstatic. AS SHIT
handed him his change, she said:
you're the gentleman that plays
such sweet, dreary tunes on the
horn, arn't you I"
ayes, play a little. But it,
dreadful lonely playing all by my
SELF"
"Isn't there any one with you z
she asked.
"No, I'm a cursed-I'm a bach
elor J"
"Dreary me that is bad; I'd
ask you over here to play, sir"
"Ow he interrupted.
"But I'm afraid the doctor mex
door would come in and ask If any.
body was hurt" she continued.
90" he said again, in quite diff.
ferent tone, and left. Five minutes
after he was moaning out 1.-THE Last
Link is Broken" as If the link had
in its soundness held heaven and
earth together. The doctor needed
a lot of snuff; the baker was clear
ly smoking himself into the grave
with his Maria; and the bachelor
used so many collars that the little
widow ordered as many boxes OF
his as she did Of all the other sizes
put together. But at last one night
came the maid-servant from the
next door, pounding up the Widow
Thorn, telling her to come in, for
the doctor was i'll, and didn't know
anybody. Hastily throwing on
her dress, in she went, and saw
him lying there in a state of col
lapse, with his wig over one eye.
"Ginger and cayenne pepper and
brandy!" ordered the little widow,
while she held his head. Then,
forcing the fiery dose down his
throat, she held him tight, while he
spluttered and grasped for breath.
"Whatever Is the matter with
him I" asked the frightened ser.
want.
"Cucumbers - remarked the wild.
ow-for she had seen the doctor
march home that afternoon with
two fine specimens of that pro-
verdrially cool vegetable in bis
hand. Then the doctor becoming
better, she went home as cheerful
as ever, and slept the dreamless
sleep OF innocent and Of non.
dyspetic.
Early next morning the baker
called.
81 hear that DR.. Ash was sick
last night, and that you went in 7
said he, almost as though he had q
right to ask.
eyes," she answered. "The CIR
came for me, and I did the little
/ could. Poor old chap! It's ,
pity he never married. He nigh
have a wife and family around him
instead Of a poor, ignorant seravn
girl, who calls up the neighbor
hood on trifling causes"
"Widowl that's what ! Away
say. A lone man is the DEVILS de
light-if you will excuse profani
ty. Everything conspires to max
his life unbearable. What ale,
the doctor"
"He, he'd eaten too freely Q
cucumbers."
"Widow Thorn, you know I'm q
much alone as he Is"
"Why-bless me, sir-what ar
you driving at 7" asked she
"Nothing," said he, with a melar
choly smile, and left the shop.
Ten minutes after, she saw biz
go home with Ave overgrown CT
cumbers In bis hsnds-she kne'
how many. for she pulled box !
the window aside to CONT then
She smoothed her apron down an
shook her head. She expected {
, much, and more. Just at that m,
, ment in came the bachelor frol
: over the way.
, ais anybody sick next doc
| ma'am 7" asked.
Eyes. sir, DR.. Ash was taken
| last night. whyT
~ was playing, We Met, 'TwI
, In Q Crowd, late, feeling miserabl