The Red Cloud chief., 1883-10-12
A YOUNG wIDOwER'S STORY.

~ aitach an. bouy Vi professional
men, but j do thlnk the doctors killed
her.
was i'll myself for some time before.
vand when ! met her, poor girl, I had
been i'll with nervous p~rostration, malaria
and dyspepsia, the doctors said. The
heat was intense. Just such n heated
term as we have had this summer. and
the brokers office Of Ackerly, MackIe-
bury d Cords was not the coolest ar
most salubrious environment. had
the ticker in my hand, IL had lust
= marked Wabash Preferred when I
heard the CHEEKY. musical voice of my
fellow clerk, Arthur Clark. say: ..Hullo
there goes IIoratio." and was dimly
conscious that / had tumbled into his
long arms. and up against n rather
warm waistcoat which covered the best
heart ia all this wicked world. Arthur
had a house in an uptown street, while
- only owned a weekly interest in n
second -pair-back in a clearinghouse;
and when | succumbed what did this
prince of good fellow, do but have me
pu, in an ambulance. and brought 10
his fathers house, where n bed was
made up for me in The empty pariors.
ms voice again was the next thing 1
heard.
"You see. old fellow" said Arthur.
my mother and sisters are out Of town,
sand only the boys AMI the governor are
al home; 50 az we d,in't want 10 nut
the governor out, wa concluded Ia give
YOU the parlors. whore he rarely comes
IN summer. SO yotia are Ia lie here and
get well; fine breeze through when the
library door is left open, straw mattinp
trathcr the worse for wcar), Il few old
piriurcS. OF suspected authenticity. on
tie wall. sas iiNturrs done up in brown
- paper. mirrors covered with mcsaui,o-
net. Horatio Broison stretched on n
ha>iily-improviscll cot, ice on head.
taken down prcttybad, doctor recon-
mcnds quiet. Arthtr Clark. Esq, master
of the situation. POST like the picture?
Moths, ca1s and mosquitoes thrown in,
hand-orgins subsidized; be still and get
well. No emot IN. if you please
forhiddci. my dcir boy, by medical adj
vice"
Arthr ratified on and put me grad
ually mo possession of the facts. From
his liycl investiiurc of my case. | pres
emily sahk off into a fever and lost all
sense oftimc. place and circumstance.
A doctG and "a I'M nurse became a
part % my imperfect consciousness.
and TN large. deserted parlors of a city
house. with its numerous pictures. be-
came y a dreamy way the horizon of
- my cosfuscd and distressed vision.
Ihee was a cattle piece in front of
me. 'sd a large dark red battle by
moonlight in IA heavy Venetian frame.
I~her,was a view of Venice. and a pref
~ iAle copy of Helen Fromcnt.
RuboS wife. There was, of course, n
Madnna della Scggiola, and a Ccnci.
Mr. md Mrs. Clark had been 10 Europe
ah"r twenty years ago, when no re-
specialize American ever dared oomo
hoia without the two last-named cop
les.
Ger these pictures, and a little
graz of the LAGOON i'm the corner, did
a"am, and perhaps rave. Arthur.
desrold boy, used To come i'm and see
moeery evening. His personality
std out distinctly, and he has told me
\ sire ibless his hearth that | always
sal: "lou are doing your work and
ME, too. | know you are and that
one ortwicc 1 WAS weak enough %
wd-let that pass, we donot love each
othr any the less.
got TO listening tn the sounds ut
ni;t. and wondering what they meant.
A nd, metallic thurnp on the pave
met, as If some one had thrown a
crsbar, which occurred about once i'm
fiyminutcs. amazed and puzzled me.
Wv should any one throw down a
crybar with marked periodicity?
Tire WAS a little tinkling bell that
cae at three O'Clock, Just after the
elk at 18th street had struck, which
W. ~singularly pucrile and foolish. |
fslght. Then there We're queer peo-
who naised and stopped. and Others
NO walked and didn't stop. WHY
, 'in't they all stop, or else @alk on? 1
ard condolences IF young lovers.
any n marital rcprisal. not meant for
~ ears. anne through the closed
linds. Many a group Of Young men
vent by with song and jest, and then
came the long weary time from two
p~'clock 10 four, with only the episode of
the crcwbar. and the bell. and the
clock, and now and then some other
entirely ineNplicable sound.
81 think we will leave his blinds open
tonight 10 give him more air." said the
familiar voice of my nurse to Arthur.
one hot night. As my friend paid me his
usual visit.
.Who is she?' l whispered fecbly
TO Arthur. If 1 had a grain of sense or
consecutive thought left, il always came
TO me when Arthur was in the room.
lone of the trained nurses from
Bellevue. old boy. A nice girl. She is
bringing YOU through splendidly. How
do You feel to-night?-temperature ralh-
scr high" and 1 sank off into sleep or
something. with Arthur's cool hand on
my brow.
When | awoke the gas was turned
up, and my nurse stood over me with a
wine-glass full of medicine.
You must take this said she, in q
mildly authoritative voice.
Hooked at her for the first time. She
was a neat, elderly person. not at all
handsome, but large and very power
full 1t seemed TO me at that moment
as if she were Boadicea, or the Maid OF
Saragossa. or Miss Jcx Blake, or some
thing of that order.
As she poured down the draught l
felt NV whole internal economy obey
iny her. / swallowed, gasped. breathed.
because she told me to. Then she lett
ME.
The blinds were open, and moonlight
s,reamed into NV room. / saw the
clouds. and the cats: I saw the passers-
By. There was a balcony outside my
windows. and several people clamoered
up on it and looked at me. mere was
a newsboy whom l had offended, u
member of the Stock Exchange wnom
lima tho