The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-04-03
THE WIDOWS PLOT.

oxpeot to be very WE'LL"
Sister Sarah, plump, cheerful little
widow, with bright brown hair, eyes to
match, and dimple in either cheek,
looked bewildered.
'I'm very sorry" said she.
"An this is quite new to me, Brother
Matthew.
II had always supposed that you were
In the enjoyment Of excellent health"
Mr.. Murray shook his head in pen
s1ve. osoillatory way, which was very
impressive.
"Is it anything chronio?" asked Mrs.
Hayward, which was the name by which
the world in general knew Sister Sarah.
''It's general giving way of the
whole SYSTEM" said tho invalid.
: -aosRgs Dilmann says he asyySgff1aatssWs asyySgf atsW 40
peculiar and HH11r5 n115eced Feceed deiited a oase.''
''But," meekly interposed Mrs. Mnr-
roy, who WAS q pretty young woman
'Doctor Monroe says that people may
to q great degree. control their ailments;
and it does seem TO me that Matthew is
disposed to take u gloomy view of his
troubles, because-"
"My dear Ethel, you know nothing
about it," said her..husband, with an
enorgy. which, considering tho low ebb
OF his physical forces, seemed almost
pernatural-''nothing Mt all about it'll
And Monroe, although do not deny
that he is good physician, is too apt to
advance startling theories.
'.Its.the lault,of young practitioners +"
''But what is your complaint, Mat
thew2" said puzzled Mrs. Hayward.
"lts the heart, they tell me-" said
Mr.. Murray, signing: 'the great head
centre OF the system, you know.
"And tho circulation of tho blood
seems defective, and altogether things
are deranged generallyp
"Oh, dear, dear" said Mrs. Hayward
her round visage gradually lcngthen.
ing.
''rhis is very bad-very bad, indeedI"
81 may live for year." SAID MI.
Murray, closing his eyes and feeling
instinctively for tho capnphor bottle, "or
l may DO summoned to II brighter and
better world in q month.
Or" with visible enjoyment of the
sensation he was 5roduclng-'I may
drop down at your iaet this next min
ute."
Mrs. Murray's pretty little rosebud of
tainty.
Matthew" said she, "I wish Won
would not talk in that way"
"N[y dear Ethel, how can help it2"
said MIR. Murray.
81 am unuer doom, and life seems
receding from me-"
'.But you must not let it recede."
"Ethel, spoke the husband, "tllis is
at once irroycrent and crueli
"Pray do not rack my nerves with any
further discussion; and, Ethel--"
"Well, DEAR" said Ethel, with tears
i'll her eyes.
"What has your cook prepared for
the evening meal2
"Of course, have no appetiee-none
whatever; but if thero should be any
tritics which might tempt mo"
"Broiled quails Oil toast, my dear"
said Ethel,
II thought as Sister Sarah had lust
arrived strom q Journey she might want
something more substantial than q CUP
of tea"
But the invalid shook his head.
II couldn't touch morsel OF quail"
said he.
'Sweetbreads, dear2"
Don't mention themI' with gesture
of disgust.
'And cream bn,soiits, with honey il,
the comb, and little quince MARINA
lade!. added Mrs. Murray, her wistful
eyes fixed Oh her husbands face.
"All OF them would be rank poison TO
person OF my preoarious digestive
powers" said Mr.. Murray.
lit is very strange, Ethel, that that
cook OF yours displays SO little discrimi-
nation"
"Couldn't 1 order something to be
cooked for you, Mntthew?" said the
young wife, meekly.
"T'm sure, " said Mr.. Murray, s'no ono
could ever comprehend how Impossible
1t Is to make woman understand that
the appetite needs to be surprised.
"Fhe idea Of asking me to dictate my
own supper"
''But you see, dear we don't know"
''Some people never know" snid Mr.,
Murray, petulantly.
"Wcn, tell your woman if she can
stow few oysters to turn, and make
me q cup OF black coffee, with o little dry
toast and just achip Of broiled ham, and
an egg or 80, fried, might possibly find
myself able to cat little"
80 Mr.. Murray's supper won't up to
him, and came down a beggarly array
of empty plates.
"Poor DEAR" said his wife, che has
such an appetite for all invalid"
''Its my honest belief, ma'am. and
Mrs. Hayward's," said tho cook. "as
master amt grain seeker than you and
be. Its all his notions"
"Jane," said Mrs. Murray, "you must
4lot talk so."
But when the cook had retired, Mrs,
Hayward cried out
"Ethel. the woman is right"
'.Eh?"
"He isn't sick!" declared Mrs. Hay.
ward.
"But Doctor Dilmann asserts that no
"Ah, but you see, Doctor Dilmann
visits him every day, at three dollars q
visit, said Mrs. Hayward. .What does
Doctor Monroe say?'
"Doctors will disagree sometimes,
acknowledged poor Mrs. Murray. who
had been blown about by the divers and
snndry winds of differing argument thai
she scarcely knew what to believe,
cts mere matter OF habit" said
Mrs. Hayward.
"f I was to count my pulse, and
number my heart. beats, / could friQhten
myself out of the world in about six
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