Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1882-12-01

v,
where they afterward joined H. H.
in Philadelphia Press.
THE FUNNY FATE OF A SPRING.
To the stranger there is hardly a
man passing along the boulevard
with Il multicolored rosettc in his
luttonhole. receiving the salutation.
Of those who gather diurually i'll the
cafes, but has some story or legend
attached to his name There is NJ
ID . a uuondam friend and com
panion of Nj. de Nillemcssant. who
welded the pen of Barnum with the
grace and dexterity Of the hero of
Bcaumarchias. He could tell how
he made Il fortune some years ago
by discovering one of those ferrugin
ous and clalybeate springs whose
water is recommended by the faculty
in proportion to the difficulty ex-
pcrlcnced by the patient in swallow
ing the draught. The spring was
well puffed in the daily press. 1t
formed the subject of papers read
before the faculty of medicine and
the academy of sciences, and period
ical notes were sent from the shanty,
which had been digniticd by the
name of casino. NJ. D. had a
great success he sold his land to
speculative builders, hotels We're run
up, and proper casino was built
\ local paper called La .SdisOn was
started to enliven the stay of visitors,
and the place appeared likely to be-
come quite as fashionable as Bath in
the days of the prince regent D.
lived in hope that the Emperor
might ne persuaded to visit his
miraculous spring, and his crony, de
Nillemessant, promised to do his
best to make the new wells take.
Unfortunately, D. was economi-
cally disposed. He was in want of
resident physician and of an editor
of Lu !SuisOn. He thought there
could be no harm in liking his
choice on a man who could fill both
functions. and among the applicants
who answered his advertisement he
picked out a gentleman whose nat
ural gifts emlnently fitted him for
the position. DIR. K transformed
the local journal into scientific and
literary review. His clippings from
different journals We're greatly ap-
preciated and he was looked up to
by all the visitors. Unfortunately.
the two quarreled and parted the
most bitter enemies. The doctor
vowed he would be revenged, while
his patron declared he would ruin
him. The paper could not be left,
and the doctor had to remain two
days in the editorial chair, pending
the arrival of his successor from
Paris. The morning of the depar
ture of the doctor the subscribers to
La Sdison were thunderstruck at
the announcement in the leading
column of the paper that celebrated
savant and arch;Pologist had been
staying Il month at the wells, and
had made some very interesting dis
coveries. Among them was an an
cicnt place of burial of the early
Gadls, which he maintained. with a
mass OF arguments i'll support of his
statement. to have been exclusively
reserved for the Druids. 1t was
said that the savant in question
was drawing up a memior for the
Academy, detailing the discoveries
which had rewarded his researches
He asserted that the cemetery, which
had disappeared in course of time,
had been watered for some centuries
past by the tiny trickliug stream
which was drunk with so much gustc
by certain people, hypochondriacs
for the most part, who imagined
that they had liver complaint, and
further, that the peculiar chalybeate
properties of the well were to be
attributed 10 the water having filtered
through the bones of those who had
been buried in the cemetery. The
doctor, had made many friends dur
ing his literary career, WAS able tC
obtain the insertion of Il similar par
agraph in different other papers, and
the fate of the new spring was sealed
Patients. hypochondriac or not,
could not bear the idea that they
ored to find the meaning of the
strange conduct he was harshly re
bufied with the information that it
was official business. which 1t would
be ruinous to give away. 'Ah, haw,
haw. haw, hee, hee. heer and there
would be renewed explosions.
But Mr.. Jones returned. and it
came out, for he was in such a saw
age frame of mind that his most init
mate associates dared not approach
him except with extreme caution. On
learning what was the matter. there
were offers of services for his de-
fcnse on all sides in case he should
make up his mind to discover what
i'll the world Detective Bligh has in
were drinking water filtered through
the Druids of centuries ago. and,
Notwithstanding the contributions
given the place. NJ. D. had in
vented was gradually deserted, laps
ing into state of bankruptcy which
affected the large fortune of Nj.
D., but still left him enough to
live on. He had forgiven the doctor,
and tells the story of the collapse
of his spring on the slightest persua
sion of those who find him at the cafe
when the hour of the absinthe
drinker has sounded London
Globe.
Passion transforms us into q kind
of savage, and makes us brutal and
sangulnary,