Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1884-03-06
ST so. sa1d the druoolst.

Just so, SAID the druggist.
'But not to give more pain than is
necessary, said she.
ITO the rats?" asked the druggist.
Yes" said Eve; ..of course; and it
must be quick, and not make one black
in the face"
With a grave countenance he COM
pounded a powder and handed it to
Eve. She took it, handed him all the
coppers she had in her hand, and
walked off,
Once home, she retired to bed, TAX
ing the powder with her, hoping it
would not be very disagreeable to
take, but finding it sweet she braVely
| Swo llnwad II
1T is over" said she. Heaven for
give me and forgive Toni and then
she laid herself down.
Just as she as she did so, the famil-
lar sound of latch key startled her.
Tom never came home at noon, but
there he was now; no one else could
walk in in that cool way, and now he
was calling her.
eve! Eve! Eve! Where are you?"
Never before had she refused to an
swer that voice. Why had he come to
torture her dying moments? Hark!
now he was bounding up stairs; now
he was even in the room.
"Oh, dear!' said Eve.
"What is the matter? Are you i'll,
Eve?" he exclaimed.
NO" said she, family, ''only tired"
"Ah! you look tired, little one," said
he. II came home to get the over
coat. l suppose you found out before
this that that in the hall is not mine. I
wore Johnson's overcoat from the Of
flee by mistake last night, and he is
anxious about it. He asked me if there
was any one in the house who would
be apt to meddle with papers in the
pocket. / said / thought not. hadn' t
a jealous wife-eh? What's the mat
ter, Eve?"
"Oh. Tom" cried Eve, Historically.
ooh, Tom, say it again. 1t was not
your coat?'
my coat? No. Why?"
"Oh, Tom! Oh, Tom!''
"Why, what is the matter, Eve?
You must be illr' cried out Tom.
'Oh, | am a wicked woman" she
cried. There were letters in the
pocket-love letters. / read them. L
thought you were false to me. / took
poison, Tom. I'm going to die, and I
do SO long to live. Oh, Tom, save
mel"
Eyes, yes" cried Tom. ooh, good
heaven, what poison"
''Mr. Hoffman will know. [ bought
it of him. Perhaps he can save me,
cried Eve.
And away went Tom, as white as
death to the old druggists shop.
He burst into the shop like a whirl-
wind. 'The LADY,! he gasped. 1.-The
lady who bought poison here an hour
ago! She took it by mistake! Can you
save her? Is there no antidOte? She
is dyingr'
''No, nor said the old German. ''Be
calmi Be at rest! No! no! she cannot
die of dat. When lady asks me for
poison dat will not turn de rats black
in de face, | say to myself so, I smell
something! and I give her in de paper
just little sugar and something. She
could take a pound. Go home and tell
her SO. never sell poison to women
dat cry, and do not wish de rat to be-
come black in de face. So be calm"
So Tom flew home again, and Eve
rejoiced; and hearing that johnson was
a sing lie man who admitted himself en-
gagged, she did not rip the patch off the
coat, as she at first intended; as she
kissed Tom, she mentally determined
not to let her curiosity lead her in the
future into a predicament in which she
had so nearly, as she thought, lost her
life, as well as her temper. -EUery
Other Saturday.