The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-04-04
So LONDONDERRY VT, FRIDAY, APRIL A. 1884

Fresh as a ro2e she came into the
room nobody bolted their doors or
turned an inhospitable lock on Green
orntain-bFinging with her fra
grant accompaniment of pine wood
breath, and sweet hillside breezes.
"Well, Mrs. iesley, what is it now?"
she said, tarty, as she saw figure
huddled up on the broad chintz sofa.
just outside the coral-shine of the fire.
Il do think it is too ridiculous of you
20 be sending for poor Uncle Zalman
every ache ard pain that you have;
and so hard al he has to work, tool"
a groan wal the only reply.
"Now. dom lie there, and groan in
that senselcss lort of way" said Han
nah, undoing Ehe layers of the black
and-green shelherd-plaid shawl. "Be-
cause you know it won't do bit of
good. / don't want to be cross with
you, but"
"Bless me, Hammer Digby, is that
you?" said voice behind her; and
here entered on the scene a stout,
short old lady with double chin over
tapping her Blown cap-ribbons, and a
candle in her hanl---none other than
Mrs. Kesley herself. "NVhy, where's
the doctor?'
"IIe couldn't come" said Hannah,
crisply. "He sent me-"
"Well neverr' said Mrs. Kesley.
"Who is--that?' said Hannah, with
quick inclination of her head toward
the prone figure tossing to and fro on
the lounge.
ats my husbands nephew from
York state" said Mrs. Kesley-"Law-
renee Neville Larry, we've always
called him, for short. Stopped here on
his way to Concord, and was taken sick.
"0h, what shall do?" involuntarily
exclaimed poor Hannah, clasping her
hands. "And l have been scolding
him like all Billingsgate"
"Eh?" said Mrs. Kesley, upon whom
the classic autsion was lost. "It's
fever, | calculate. Or p'raps measles
don't remember that Larry ever had
the measles as aichild."
"What will hethink said Hannah,
despairingly.
"La! he don'tsense word you say
said the old lady "He's as crazy as a
cricket"
Hannah went Rp to the side of the
lounge.
"Hold the candle, Mrs Kesley," said
she, as she laid her light, cool hand on
the fevered brow and felt the bound
ing pulse.
"Why, you ton't know nothin' of
doctorin', do yol?' said Mrs. Kesley,
in amazement.
Don't I, though? ?" said Hannah,
who had, in very truth, CLEANED many
pathological experience among her
uncies poor patents "This is nothing
more than heivy cold, Mrs. Kesley,
accompanied with aslight sympathetic
fever
'La!" said the old lady. again.
"Let his feet D3 soaked in hot mus
tard-water, and kept warm by water
jugs" said Hannah, authoritatively.
Give him ninedrops of the contents
Of this vial, orce in two hours. Use
every effort to throw HIM into pro-
fuse perspiratioh.
"Folhs used to steam themselves
over tea kettle when l was a GAL
said Mrs. Kcsley
"Ah," said Hannah, that was the
old system" l."
Lar! again repeated Mrs. Kesley.
"But," calmly added Hannah. "we
have improved upon all that now.
You'll be sure and not forget the mint
drops, Mrs. KesRy? The pulse is fire.
quent, but not ahrmingly SO. l think
should recommend cold-water
bandages around the throat aud On the
forehead. And be sure he is kept very
warm. How stnngely he looks at me!
You are quite sure, Mrs Kesley, that
he is delirious p
Gas crazy as a +-croton-bug" repeat
ed Mrs. Kesley, rather at loss for
comparison, and remembering pc
culiar variety of an insect which she
had known as New York housekeep-
er thirty years ago.
"Now he is shutting his eyes again.
said Hannah, passing her hand with
light, magnetic touches over his brow.
Poor fellow"
"P'raps," suggested Mrs. Kesley,
I'D better get the big sheers and cut
off his hair? It's plaguey thickl And
if his head has got to be kept cold"
"Oh, no, 1 wouldn't do that" said
Hannah. "Its such soft, curly hair
Let it remain
And she applied herself to measur-
ing out sundry camphor smelling pow
ders from a pocket-case
Il will call early in the morning."
said she. when the powders were all