The Plymouth Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1878-1901, 1879-07-03
THE SICK ARTIST.

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must live, and all the genteel com
pany that came to visit us wouldn't
put SO much as penny in our pock-
cts toward coal and taxes.
Mrs. Hall, who lived next door to
US, said she knew we would make Ii
pay. Miss Cynthia Caldwell thought
that 1t would have been much nicer
and more select to do fine sewing, or
get a place as governess, or some
thing OF that sort, which wouldn't
have bsen SO public.
Old Fearnleaf said his daughters
shouldn't visit US, and DR.. Millet
looked the other way when he
brought his fashionable new bride to
town and met NIFTY face TO fa. iu
the street.
Dear me-" said NIFTY, laughing,
"what queer world this isl'
But 1 was angry enough to cry.
mo matter. Mitty," said 1: swell
teach them that we can be quite in
dependent without them"
Well. as time went on. we had sew
eral boarders. Old Mr.. Pettisrew
! and his niece Clarissa, who gave les
Sons in wax flowers and water color
paintings. Our looms were full, all
except the little Que over the wiag.
"Kate,' said NIFTY, triumphantly.
I'VE are making money. I?ut eleven
pounds In the savings bank to- day,
over and above all expenses for the
past month"
Il dare say Mrs. Hall saves more
than that" said 1.
Il think very likely said NIFTY.
only, you see. Mrs. Hal. does every
thing ON a grander scale than We can
pretend to keep up with"
I'VE do our own marketing, wash
and iron our own table linen. and sift
the ashes on the sly, while Miss Hen
rietta Hall Is practicing The Maid
ems Prayer on the piano."
~But then," observed I, we are
not such fine ladies as Mrs. Hall and
Miss Henrietta. We are only two
poor little old mails. who are obliged
to earn our own living"
Kate, you are not an old maid, I"
Indignantly cried out NIFTY.
And you are as fresh as q rosebud
beside Henrietta Hail." said /, pat
ting her check. do you kno y, dear,
think hard work agrees with both
Of u.s."
So things went Cn, until one sum-
mer evening We we're out on our
steps, when there was q1ite com
motion in the carpeted hall OF our
noighbor, Mrs. Hall.
'Of course he must Co." Mrs. Halls
voice shrilly announced. 1T was a
great imposition on me that he should
ever come here. / supposed he was
an author or lawyer, or some gen
teel occupation, and now you see he
Is nothing but q painter, A common
painter"
AN artist, ma'sm,' suggested Mr..
Birdseye.
sand where's the difference,
should like to know?" sputtered Mrs.
Hall. Except that one has at least
daily wages to depend upon and the
other hasn't. And now here he Is
down with scarlet fever or small pox,
or some other hideous ailment,
and"
only malignant form of inter-
mittent fever, ma'am," again put In
Mr.. Birdseye.
mo matter what name they call 1t
by" said the lady, waxing hotter and
hotter in the ardor OF discussion. Il
don't keep hospital here, and II ]
did wouldn't harbor any such low
trash. SO the sooner he packs Off
the better shall be pleased"
@But where Is he to go?" asked
young Diederman. "He has nc
friends that anybody knows Of
and"
@All the more reason / should ge,
him cff.my hands as quickly as posi-
ble." said Mrs. Hall. "The idea oil
my becoming responsible for his fun
eral expenses, or"
~Hush, Waller will hear you," in.
terrupted Mr.. Birdseye. "His win
dow Is open."
Il don't care IL he does hear me,
snapped Mrs. Hall. HE ought te
have been ashamed OF himself, com.
ing here under such circumstances
Us these. But he goes. sick or we'll
before sunset this very night. There
are public hospitals enough, l sup
pose"
"Plenty of 'em," said Mr.. Birdseye
lryly, "and Wilde he is waiting fol
all the forms to Ie gone through
with, in order to gain admission, b,
will most likely die in the street."
"Well, let him die," said Mrs. Hall
"That's no business OF mine that
know Of"
NIFTY looked at me. 1 looked a
NIFTY, Our eyes both sparkled mute
telegraphic messages to each other
and 1 spoke out of the choking indig
nant fullness Of my heart.
mrs. Hail." cried /, "Mr. Walle
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