Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1884-04-05
she uttered sharp cry, and sank

Y LOru, now you 90 WORTH me
d scurrying round so, and screecll
i ingi What ails ye now ?'' de
o manded her agreeable host.
: Kitty turned her pale little fac
# towards him.
g "That thing In the corner" sh
3 said. ~ ran against it, and 1t ha
! cut my foot badly, Pm afraid"
9 What, not my sickle?" scream
Y ed the old man, rising excitedly il
{ his chair. ~ hope you amt stain
I, ed my sickle with blood" and h'
: sank down again, as a twinge o
3 rheumatism sized his own foot.
II don't think your old sickle il
: hurt said Kitty pettishly, with
l tears Of pain in her eyes. Oh, deal
I how it bleeds! But it serves me
| right far wearing these hateful new
; port ties, just because they make
. my feet look smaller. and she gave
; the unOffending shoe twich. 20
course there is no linen to be had
: here, and, as usual, / have forgotten
my handkerchief; it's fortunate my
stockings are scarlet. with a rueful
! little laugh.
"Many's the time," soliloquized
the old man, THAT sickle has now
ed my lords terraces and garden
borders; it's a relic, that there
sickle is; and Marthy, she'd just
secured it up bright's a dollar. /
hope you amt dimmed it much,
have ye ?" he asked, anxiously.
I II don't know nor care anything
abeut it !" blazed Kitty, righteous.
ly indignant at this supreme selfish
ness. "YOu can find out yourself,
If you like,o she continued, rather
cruelty, for she knew the old man
could not cross the floor to save his
life, "for Pm going straight home,"
and she bounced out, leaving the
satire of Montugues to vent his
spleen upon the empty air.
The cut did not prove very Sc
rious, for it soon stopped bleeding.
and Kitty found she could walk
without trouble. She did not even
limp, for DIR. Recquar, driving leis-
ureIy behind her, admired her
graceful carriage, when foaming,
emerald-eyed monster dashed by,
swapping at Kitty's ankles, and
tearing large piece from her dress.
The girl stood mOtiOnless for a mo-
ment, looking after the mad Great
ure, already Speck In the distance;
then quietly dropped in dead faint.
A crowd collected instantly, and
Kitty was carried into the opposite
house. DIR. Recquar, terribly pale
and shaken. followed. There was
hubbub OF questions over the poor
little upturned face. until, in less
than three minutes, DIR. GOlett mi
raculously appeared upon the scene,
white as death, but self-posessed and
strong.
$50 out, all of you," he comman-
ded. slave you no humanity,
that you make this unfortunate
girl the object OF your idle curios-
ity ?"
The crowd SUNK out abashed,
and the two doctors were left alone
with their unconcious patient and
Mrs. Turnbull, in whose house they
were. DR.. Golett gently drew, off
the little shoe and bloodstained scar
let stocking.
"Would whiskey be advisable ?"
asked the other doctor, in hoarse
trembling voice ga red hot iron?
l have had no experience-but she
must not die" he continued, wild
ly. "For Gods sake, what shall
we do"
81 have had no experience eth
err" said young Golett, looking old
and worn. "There is no iron avail
able, but, God helping me, will
extract the poison ~ and kneeling
beside the couch, he gently lifted
the little foot, and began sucking
the wound.
When Kitty opened her eyes af-
ter an unusually long swoon, Jack
was still kneeling beside her. tight
ly holding her hand, and tanning
her gently. while Mrs. Turnbull sat
quietly wiping away the tears
which continually ran down her
withered old face.
Kitty's look of surprise quickly
gave way to one of terror.
"Has he been killed ?p she wins.
pered.
"Yes, deary," quavered Mrs.
Turnbull. "Now don't you take on
about that. He was shot in front of
Niblo's store.
''Oh, it was horrible 70 sighed
Kitty, closing her eyes again with
a shudder.
"Yes, my darling, it was horri-
BILE; but was here almost immedi-
ately, and did my best, and think
God will be merciful, and let you
live"
Kitty opened her eyes to their
fullest extent.
"What !" she cried: "did you
you blessed old goose -
was DIR. Recquar here?" she con-
abruptly.
."Yes, my darling, he was here"
"Where is he ?"
"When there was nothing mora
to be done for you, he went away"
said Jack, generously.
"What did you do for me
Jack ?"
She had strenuously given him
his professional title of late.
"I sucked the wound, my darl-
ing, and when that is done in time,
| think"
"Jack," broke in Kitty, conclu-
sively, 81 love you-dearly," and,
of Mrs. TurnbulPs watch
ful eyes, she freed her hands, and
drew the anxious, manly face be-
side her down to hers, and kissed
it.
"And, jack" she explained, inco-
''it wasn't the dog after
fright-and Romeo's prec-
iOus relic of a SICKLE" she added, a ,
trif1e hystericaliy.
And Jack, cOmprehending that
she had not been bitten by mad
dog, took her in his arms, and 81
lently thanked God. Mrs. Turn ,
bull heard the story with many ital
icised EXPLANATIONS, and;
"At any rate" said she, "Dr.
Golett will have the satisfaction of
knowing that he couldn't have done
cay different if it had been the dog
and Ishall take care that people
know it."
There was still scar on the lit
lie foot when Jack Golett stood up
IN Mrs. Vannetta's bright little par
IOr, looking taller and broader than
ever in his irreproachable broad
cloth; but the little vision beside
him looked like new creation, so
fresh and white, and pure IL was.
AS a sign of friendly feeling, Per
cival Recquar had been asked to |
n H.