Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-02-17
Her -4ctire Mind.

you are going to die, William, re-
marked lady of energetic nature 10 her
poor little husband. "The doctor saws
you can't live two hours.n
Very WE'LL" responded William, in
weak voice, but with great sigh OF
relief. go down and blow up the ser
want at once
sNh-what?.' said the agitated woman.
bending over him,
Free your mind, Nancy, free your
mind, y he gasped, feebly. II shall be as
quick about it as possible, but shall try
your patience. Blow enough to make
you cheerful a couple Of hours. and by
that time shall be out of the way. /
shall never have another opportunity, and
want to die in peace"
He wanders," said the lady to herself,
scowling through her tears at some cheer
full voices that stole into the room of
death from the street below II wonder
If those pesky trihers don't know there's
some one dying up here. shall speak
to the policeman about this. It's a shame
that I've got to be worried and worried
and worried and worried to death when
my heart is SO tull Of other matters that I
can't find time to think Here I've
been
81 should like TO comfort you,' inter
rupted the rapidly failing man, with a
faint smile of apology; "but the truth is,
I've got SO much OF my own dying on
hand that can't find time Bear up, nv
dear. III call around and make com
plant tomor-or rather I'll send nv
ghost"
"William.." calculated the grief-striken
woman, chats just like you Always
too shiftless. Always putting off till to-
morrow what should be done to-day.
My mother warned me OF it before I
married you. If there's any thing hate,
it's procrastination. 1 there's any thing
| abominate, it's shiftlcss man.
Go Gown and give it to the servants, .
said the dying man, huskily.
He wanders, repeated the agitated
woman, rising hastily to make frantic
passes at fly resting in the sunshine on
the wall. "1Ihis house is overrun with
vermin from cellar to garnet. It makes
no difference how much | toll and delve
AMI druge and work my fingers to the bone
and wear old clothes and look like a
fright. William. if you don't get me
some exterminator Tomorrow
Its necessary interrupted the
gentleman addressed, with sad smile. II
Il guess 1'll-I'll manage toto 90 off
without it,.
His head fell back, and there was a
strange look in his eyes.
The Lancet supports the explanation
gi!en by one Of the London dailies. OF
OF the absence OF tears in madness ssThe
Victims OF crushing woe do not exhibit
the symuUmS<uf surface sorrow, hut are,
as it were, struck dumb with the immen-
slty OF their atf1lction, and stand appall-
eel and overwhelmed, rather than express
their grief in the conventional forms of
lamentation. it is because the insane are
the objects of an overpowering and op-
pressive sense OF misery, an agony of feel
ing, that they do not weep. When this
is not the true cause of their tearlessness,
that phenomenon is due to the absence of
anormal interest in the mistortunes they
bewail' This lack Of sensibility, coexist-
ing with an apparent sense Of suffering,
is incomparaDly more curious than the
absence Of tears"
Giles dead y shrieked the widow, throw
ing herself upon the lifeless forra and
weeping violently. 81 had forgotten that
he was dying have so much to think
Of! Nothing goes right in this house
My poor, patient husbandr'
There was sound Of approaching feet
"Go away!' she screamed ''Leave me
alone with my deadn'
A moment OF silence interviewed.
"Stay" she said $50 straight to the
undertaker's, Susan, and if he slurs this
job as he has others I've heard of, I'l
never give him another as long as | live
Undertakers are SO shiftless''
A CLEAN of sunshine stole into the room
and rested for moment on the deac
mans face.
81 declare !" exclaimed the heart broker
woman. 81 told Snsan to shut the blinc
tight, AMI she hasn't done it. We shall
be all covered with dust. l shall dis
charge the girl at once"
She put her handkerchief to her ewes
and having found the requisite time, wep
bitterly.
T.,