The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-10-26
Kill or Cure.

eioeriy mah SAT ! a apoily-furnishec
ioom ~ sp.enoio olo house, casting
up accounts py the iight OF single can
oie. line weather being cold one of those
baskets tor i've Goals which are some
LINES most appropriately called "kiI
Joys ghmmered In the CRATE. The
ooor OF tne room which opened into the
oakpaneled hall, was ajar, and pre-
sentiy q servant girl, bearing q light,
nitted py from the staircase. Her mas
ter called her. "Hi, Jenny, come here.
what makes you look so scared? Ii
your mistress worsef"
I'm siraidso, Sir Timothy"
"Going to die9"
u says So sir timothy, n .,
sne looks IL TOOL . sir" cried the girl,
earnestly hurting u what was on her
soul, III she were TO die without q doc
corl'
IN abnormal possibility shocked
SIT Timothy Grabham also, the invalid
oeing u a manner dear to him. 1t was
q very general notion amongst bis
neighbors and tenants that the man
was incapable Of caring for anybody;
but this was prejudice; he did care fer
his wife after his own fashion.
He remained silent for a while, look
ing down, and then muttered, II de-
ciared that l would never send for that
fellow Radford again;'' which was an
error on his part; he had never made
that rash observation-it was Mr.. Rad
ford who had vowed he would not
come.
"Shall Charles go for DR.. Radford,
please Sir Timothy?"
"There's no n else; so l suppose he
must"
Jenny vanished In search of the foot
mangroom-gardner named Charles. and
her master tried to get back into his
sum, but made a mistake of twopence-
farthing, and lapsed into revery.
After a hard days work, DR.. Rad
ford had turned into bed with the strong
conviction that he was going to remain
undisturbed up to 8 O'Clock on the fol-
lowing morning. But at IL: 80 his sleep
was broken by the night-bell, and he
had to wrench himself from his warm
nook In the feathers, fesl for his Dress
ing-gown and slippers, blunder into the
sitting-room, which looked out on the
front of the house, and open the win
dow. "What is itp" lie shouted, shiv-
ering as the frosty night air blew in up
on his face, and played about his un-
protected legs.
please, sir, it's me-
"Idiotl-your namep"-
Charles, from the Hall.n
Then, Charles from the Hall, you
can go back again, for I I'M not COM
ing"
my lady is very Ill, sir"
cant help 1t. Tell your master l
Won't attend him OF his family, aud he
iced send no more messages, as shall
mufie the n~ight-bell." And, with
these words, the doctor banged down
the window
what are you doing. Johnf" said a
voice from The bed, presently.
Trying a stocking around the clap
per Of this ~confounded BELL"
What forf"
IL get a good sleep, In spite Of Sir
timothy Grabham."
why, he has never sent for you'll"
he has, though; his wife's H."
"oh, well; don't tie up the bell, John.
She may be really bad-dying, you
KNOW"
"What Is that TO- mer"
II know they have treated US very
padiy-a rich man hke That to refuse to
pay Tor your attendance. But other
people might want you"
The doctor, grumbling, obeyed his
wife. 1t was not long, however, before
the bell-clapper sounded again.
Sir Timothy's messenger again, /
supposep" he cried.
NO." replied a well-known voice. Il
am hero myself" .
For what purpose, Sir Timothy
Grabham, do you cone and disturb me,
when you know that l never intend to
enter your doors againr"
Jay, ay," replied a voice from be-
low; but this Is not q time to bear ma
lice. l tell you that my wife is danger
ously hl--dyfng, l believe; n If she
dies for want Of medical assistance,
1 untI mill he rautNnnuihlo ~