Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1879-11-07

question, and the low, musical, but bit
terly mocking words of the doctor h
reply.
She sat down Upon The rug an,
clasped both her hands. He was goinl
away, thenp Until that moment sh
had not realized the extent of such
disaster. She could have borne, per
haps, to have been compelled to z,
away herself, because the inevitable 70
her had become, long since, matter o
course; but to have the iron hand o
inexorable necessity grasp this mag
nificent young man was terrible. HI
had the flashing eyes, the lordly mien
the exultant step-for thus had little
Miss Turpin been wont to classify the
somewhat alluring personal attractions
of young Blake-he to become the prey
of an adverse destinyi
Miss Turpin's breakfast that morn
ing was failure. BY dint of long
practice and an exceedingly gracious
gift Of housewifery she had always
managed to get up extraordinary little
meals for herself. 1t was as II little,
sooty angel sat up aloft in the chimney
and assisted the culinary efforts of the
lone little woman. Her toast was OF
brown the most golden, her coffee was
of Mocha the most delicious, her bit OF
steak SO juicy and appetizing, that
sometimes poor Blake, in the neighbor-
ing room, with some chunks of brown
bread floating helplessly in chalky
fluid before him, finding this savory
odor under his nostrils, raised his
clenched hands at the stern wall be-
tween them in envy and despair.
But even the little angel in the Chin
ney became impatient with the behav-
Tor of little Miss Turpin that morning.
The little woman, usually so practica-
BILE aud capable, while straining her
ear to listen to a faltering, stumbling
step in the next room, deliberately
burned the toast and boiled the coffee,
and the sooty wings spread themselves,
taking fight in disappointment and
disgust.
She held her breath as the familiar
foot-step passed her door, and slowly
one by one went down the worm eaten
stairs. ., where was he goingP What
would he dop She had read some
times of an evening, when working
hours were over, the shaded lamp upon
the table at her side, the Goals leaping
and blazing in the refulgent CRATE, her
little slippered feet upon the fender
she had read of people who, having
neither money, means, nor content,
had drifted into moment of frenzy
ahd despair, and thus learea the awful
bar that separates the known from the
unknown, content to risk any fate but
that which awaited them here.
She had read thus of poor, strange
unfortunates, and her heart had ached
in their behalf. But howp Well, now
her heart almost ceased to beat. She
put away her work-of what avail was
1t, all blotted and blurred by her tears,
or ruined by her shaking brushP
All day she feared and trembled; at
night fall some intuitive hope caused
her to brighten the fire, cook a dainty
meal. and, placing the table opposite
the door, leave the tempting, cozy
room open upon the wind-swept,
gloomy corridor.
Then she waited and waited. The
clock struck at midnight, then one, two,
three from neighboring belfry; the
meal was cold, the fire burned low; the
chill, gray morning had almost dawned
when at last it came; yes thank God!
faltering and slow, but it was his foot
step; none other could quicken little
Miss Turpin's pulse.
He reached the landing, the door of
her room. Why, truly, he did pause
yes, and stagger in.
Any other woman but this. perhaps,
xunVlH hax 4
horror, and, above all, with fear, for
the young man was evidently not him
self. His hair, damp and disheveled,
hung in heavy disorder about his face
and neck; his eyes, CLASSY and lurid,
blazed upon hers; red flame burned
in his cheeks; a slight foam flecked his
trembling lips.
He fell into the chair at the table,
and looked wonderingly upon the food
before him; but that which would have
been frantically devoured six hours be-
fore, was like the ashes of bitterness to
him now. He had not tasted food for
thirty-six hours. But it was not hunger
that tortured him; it was thirst-an ap-
palling thirst.
He drank the pitcher of water from
Miss Turpin's hand, and looked plead
ingly for more.
60 Do not be afraid to give the patient
he murmured, eagerly. In
cases of febrile debility they sometimes
suffer-suffer. l recommend, by all
water, water-waterr'
Then he fell back with a groan of
agony.
Miss Turpin ran out of the room and
down the stairs; pounded on the door
of the German tailor below, who, with
his wife and five children, was enjoy
ing in sleep the only immunity granted
hem from endless labor and toll; bade
him fly for the best doctor in the neigh
ran up the stairs again like
leer, and found DR.. Blake insensible,
MS head thrown back upon the chair,
lis eyes half closed, his stertorious
oreathings audible in the corridor be-
ow.
The little German returned with the
7ery best medical aid in the vicinity,
wen that of the eminent DR.. Haver-
ihaw himself.
All this fuss and confusion had
aroused Mr.. Shadrach, who followed
hem up the stairs and protruded his
ong, hairy chin in the doorway.
at is, perhaps, best that you should
know, madam" said the surgeon to lit
lie Miss Turpin, "that it is doubtful
Ease. Your husband is in very crit
cal condition. If this worthy man will
assist me we will get him to bed. Our
'nly hope will be powerful sedative,
% be given at once"
The worthy man alluded to was Mr..
Shadrach, whose eyes almost left their
sockets when he found the doctor pre-
2aring to put his young lodger in Miss
rurpin's bed.
"Why-why," he gasped, looking at
Miss Turpin, "this won't do, will itp''
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