Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-03-29

| VINO seeks 10 announce IllllSell, Dut le was
suddenly stopped by the darkness. The
single room which constituted the dwell
ing of the old officer, and in which he was
then lying, was lighted only by the street
lamp, whose CLEANS shining though the
window, changed the night of the hut into
visible gloom, to which the eye had to &C.
custom itself gradually. The sick man
recognized his young neighbor instantly. He
raised himself on one elbow.
'The Doctorw he cried with an effort
ssI hope he hasn't come to see me. / didn't
call him, am WE'LL"
"And therefore this is not physicians
but tenants CALL" responded M. Fourniel
pleasantly, cropping his way across the
room.
GA tenants" repeated the old sheriff,
''It's about the rent then. I did not know
that the time was up. am careless about
my own interests. You have brought me
some money then. Light a candle, Rose,
light quickly"
"Pardon," said the doctor, who had at
last reached the bed side, "my quarter has
just commenced, and I only came to see il
YOU could make room, if need be, for a
team"
"Ah, you are thinking of the carriage
house," said the old man, Every well, have
a seat, nefghbor. We don't need the candle,
Rose. The light from the outside is suffi-
cient. One talks better in the dark. You
may give me my drink first"
The young girl brought him large cup
which he emptied with the breathless ea-
gerness that fever gives.
"My usual remedy doctor" resumed the
invalid, "dock-root tea. It's more whole
some than all your drugs, and costs nothing
but the trouble of gathering the plant"
"And you take it cold."
$50 as not to keep fire. Fire annoys
me and wood is ruinously dear. If one
wants to make the two ends meet, one
must learn how to economize. Idon't wish
to act like that scoundrel of Martois by
whom I lost everything"
Martois was a debtor of the old sheriff,
who wears before had been declared bank
rupt. Duret had recovered all he had owed
him, but nevertheless, from that time TILL
now he had never ceased declaring that
Martois had ruined him; it was an in
exhaustible subject of conversation for him,
like the small pox for ugly old women, and
the Revolution for penniless mobiles.
M. Fournier, appeared to agree with the
sick man, and approached nearer. His
eyes, which had grown accustomed to the
darkness, began to distinguish the old mans
face. which was covered with red spots,
showing the violence of the fever. Whlle
talking to him, he took one Of his hands,
which was burning hot, listened to his la
bored breathing, and became convinced
that his condition was more serious than ne
had at first supposed. He endeavered to
call the old mans s. attention to this fact, but
the latter's interest in the question of rent
ing the carriage-house prevented his think
ing of anything else.
Suddenly, however, his voice, which for
some moments had been growing inaudlble,
stopped entirely. The young man quickly
bent over him and cried to his companion
to bring light. While she was hurriedly
lighting it, he raised the old mans head,
who had only tainted, made him inhale
some salts which he always carried about
him, and soon brought him back to con-
SciOuSneSS.
Rose drew near at this moment; her rel
ative opened his eyes, extended his hand
and tried to speak, but could only give ut
terance to some indistinct sounds; the
young girl bent over him eagerly, trying to
understand, when, with despairing effort,
he raised his head and blew out the candle
Meantime the doctor had become sure
that speedy help was indispensable. He
took his leave of the old man, recommend
ing rest and quiet to him, and promising to
see him again upon the business matter.
Rose followed him to the outside door.
"Well ?" she asked anxiously.
"I don't like his symptoms" answered
Fournier; I will write a prescription
which you can have put up at once"
'sShall we have to get any medicine?" in
quired the young GIRL uneasily.
ga little; you need only give my name,
the druggist will let you have it,"
Rose seemed embarrassed. The young
man OWNED the cause of it.
"Don't trouble now about the pay for it,
he added, "everything will be sent in my
name, and afterwards I can settle with M.
Duret."
ooh, thanks, Monsieur" said Rose, her
countenance growing bright with gratitude,
but a little tremorin her voice, showing she
was not yet at ease, "but godfather will un-
derstand that the medicine must be paid
for sometime, and l am afraid he will refuse
to take it. If Monsieur the doctor would
allow me to say that he had furnished it
neutrality-suspicious. would find means
to settle for everything by my work."
every well," replied Fournier, disturbed
by the poor girls bushes and confusion,
"do your best. Twill help YOU"
He therefore sent her back to the sick
| bed, and went himself for the remedies, in
order to make the idea seem more probable
to father Duret.
1t was necessary to repeat again and
again that the medicine was neighborly
gift, before the old man would consent to
take it. Convinced at last that his cure
would cost him nothing, he submitted to all
the directions given him. But the sickness
had already made such progress that the
efforts ofscience were unavailing. Between
periods of weakness and of delirium, the old
man failed day by day, and Fournier soon
saw that the case was hopeless. He gave
up, therefore, the use of remedies which
were powerless, and allowed due course tc
Duret's Whims. The latter took advantage
of this, to form numerous plans and express
countless wishes. But, at the moment o
execution, avarice always interposed to