The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-01-31
hand trembled SO that he broke one Of

In afraid l am, said ne.
"Sir!"
CT mean I'm afraid it is T.
Then he took up another, and, out Of
compassion, she said:
ssLet me button 1t for you. All men
are death on buttons and button-holes-
I know by poor Thorn"
Then she fitted on the collar, and the
bachelor was ecstatic. AS she handed
him his change, she said:
"You're the gentleman that plays
such sweet, dreary tunes on the horn,
aren't you?"
eyes, Iplay little. But its dread
full lonely playing all by myself"
''Isn't there anyone with you?" she
asked.
"No, I'm cursed-I'm bachelorp
"Deary me that is bad ]; I'd ask you
over here to play, sir"
"Oh!" he interrupted.
ssBut I'm afraid the doctor next door
would come in and ask if anybody was
hurt" she continued.
"O!" he said again, in quite differ
emit tone, and left. Five minutes after
he was moaning out "The Last Link is
Broken" as ifsthat link in it's soundness
held heaven and earth together. The
doctor needed lot of snuff the baker
was clearly smoking himself into the
grave with his Maria; and the bachelor
used SO many paper 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 maia
servant from next door, pounding up the
Widow Thorn, telling her to come in, for
the doctor was I'LL and didn't know any
body. Hastily throwing on her dress,
in she went. and saw him lying there in
a state OF collapse, with his wig over one
eye.
"Ginger and Cayenne pepper and
brandy r 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 gasped
for breath.
What ever is the matter with him p
asked the frightened servant.
Cucumbers y remarked the widow
for she had seen the doctor march
home that afternoon with two fine speci-
mems Of that proverbially cool vegetable
in his hand. Then, the doctor becom-
ing better, she went home as cheerful as
ever, and slept the dreamless sleep Of
the innocent and of the non-dyspeptic.
Early next morning the baker called.
CT hear that DR.. Ash was sick last
night, and that you went in ?" said he,
almost as though he had right to
ask.
"Yes," she answered; the girl came
for me, and did the little I could Poor
old chap! It's pity he never married.
He might have had wife and family
around him, instead Of poor, Ignorant
servant, who calls up the neighbors on
trifing causes"
"Widow that's what / always say.
A lone man is the devils delight-if
you'll excuse profanity. Everything
conspires to make his life unbearable.
What allied the doctor %
go, he'd eaten too freely of cucum-
bers."
:" Widow Thorn, you know Tn as
much alone as he is"
Why-bless me, sir-what are you
driving at! asked she.
"Nothing," he said, with melancholy
smile, and left the shop.
Ten minutes after, she saw him go
home with five overgrown cucumbers In
his hands-she knew how many, for she
pulled box aside in the window to
count them. She smoothed her apron
down and shook her head. She expect
ed as much-and more. Just at that
moment in came the bachelor from over
the way.
rs anybody sick next door, ma'am?"
he asked.
eyes, sir; DR.. Ash was taken i'll last
night. Why?'
:" I was playing We Met, Twas in a
Crowd, late, feeling miserable, and I saw
his servant come here, and saw you 90
in with her. What allied him?"
I" Now, sir, can't tell you. I'm afraid
I've been the innocent cause of future
agony to the baker at the corner by tell
ing him; so, if you'll excuse me, we'll
say the doctor was imprudent."
I'm afraid I'm that myself, ma'am,"
he said, low-s pifitedly; Sand lately I've
got to feeling pain here" And he
pointed in the region Of his heart-that
is, his left side, where nobody heart is,
you know?
80, you play too vigorous, SIR" she
said. IT once knew a gentleman who
played the fife lovely; but he died sud-
denly, sir, and the doctor who opened
him told me he was as clear as a whistle
inside, sir-his own Identical words, as
clear as whistle. Everything had
gone"
"But, I dare say, he was married
man? ?"
Yes, indeed! blessed wife and
twins r
"Ah! That's the reason. I'll never
die that way, ma'am-for there's no one
to mourn for me. I'll keep on blowing
till, after awhile, you'll hear the echoes
rolling in me, and I'll play the same tune
twice at once, and one bar behind the
other"
cob goodness gracious me u she
said; 'you'd better see DOCTOR
Then he shook his head sadly and
went ont