Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1881-04-28
entary life; now, haven't you?
1T is true, | have.

istence, and my friend, you are all
right
Now came the delicate question ot
money, and the Englishman felt for
the proverbial guinea.
He rendered it to the French doc
tor, who laughlngly pushed it away,
with a very soft, well-formed white
hand.
Never, never said he; for SO slight
a service, permit me to make my ad-
vice a return for lesson in English
Conversation
1t was gracefully done, and the en-
barrassed Engllshman put his gold
back into his pocket
Doctor, said he, IN a low voice,
hesitatingly, Il am an Englishman, and
| hate to be under an obligation you
have lifted a load off of my heart
which has hung there for six months;
you have made new man of me. Now
allow me to be of service to you. |
leave here by rail at 0 o'clock to-mor-
row morning for Paris : until then |
am at your service-and forever after.
Can do anything for you !?
The doctor reflected a moment and
looked at his dog.
Il don't know, indeed and yet | do
happen to think of one thing. You
might save me journey to Paris,
which, with my engagements, is just
now inconvenient. But it is asking
too much. perhaps
'What-how too much ? said the
clergyman.
We'll, | have number of sick peo-
pie under my charge, whom treat for
diseases of the brain. One of these is
a very rich woman, who is slightly de-
ranged. | hoped to have cured her.
Unhappily she has determined to re-
turn to Paris, and have no authority
to detaln her. perceive that she will
fret until this caprice is gratifed. l
must 60 with her to place her in charge
of her friends, and l have been putting
it off from day to day, because | can
not leave my other patients the duty
of taking her home. Now, if you
would escort her, it would be real
service, said the doctor.
My dear, sir, a crazy young woman
at one o'clock at night, and clergy
man of the Church of England said
Mr. Lambert, forgetting his late graft
tude.
'Oh, she is forty-six my dear strand
her mania is very quiet one. She
looks and acts like a sheep, poor wo-
man, and she will scarcely speak to a
stranger. | do not know that she will
60 with you. The hour is rather ear
ly-one in the morning-but still l
might ask her, and it will be real fav-
or to me-
Bring her along, doctor, said the
clergyman, ashamed of his own reluct-
anee bring her along-.a sheep and
forty sac l will take care Of your pa
tient to Paris
Talking in this way they reached the
gates of the city. Before separating
the doctor gave his card to Mr., Lam
bert.
sAu reuot1r, said he and perhaps
adieu my dear, sir. Let us hear from
you from time to time and | hope
if we never meet again that you will
retain, as | shall do, an agreeable 1ecol-
lection of our acquaintance. | NAV
not see you again, as my friend may
not be willing to go with you-adieup
Mr.. Lambert glanced at the doctors
card, feeling anew the embarrassment
of the possible night journey with ar
insane woman, and regretting his pro-
mise in spite of his gratitude.
He read on the card
'Dr. De La Belle, Rue Antoine; No.
H.
Mr.. Lambert walked through the
Rue Antoine and stopped at No. II.
it was a large, handsome house, with
the announcement in black letters on
brass plate, DIR. De La Belle.
On arriving at the hotel he asked
the landlord if he knew DR.. De La
Belle.
4 believe sir said the man, civily,
that he is the best physician in Rou-
en-
At one o'clock in the morning Mr..
Lambert waited with some anxiety in
the depot for the arrival of the train.
DR.. De La Belle had not arrived. The
English clergyman rubbed his hands
with great satisfaction-for he did not
care for this particular responsibility
when some one touched him lightly on
the shoulder. 1t was the doctor.
Seated on a bench was lady in
black, with her veil tightly drawn over
her face.
1 have taken coupe, said the doc
tor, so you will not be incommoded by
other travellers. Here is Madamoi-
selle's purse, ticket and little travelling
satchel; perhaps she will need some
hing. Have the kindness to show her
ticket to the conductor. | have tele-
graphed to Paris to her friends, who
viii! meet her at the station. She is as
quiet as a dove Should you find her
agitated, give her a drop of this es-
,ence on sugar; here is the bottle.
Monsieur Lambert Madamolselle.
He then helped along the invalid la
ly, and put her in the corner of the
corne, He then. after arranging her