The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1885-02-20

leave down-stairs. Rose. YOU take the
silver To your own room and take the
consequences Of il aftcrward.'
Mother. mother said Tom.
''As for my part" continued his
mother, disrcgarding his voice, II am
going over 10 Louise's. whore they
don't give iramps the best room In the
house. And YOU may wait upon me,
Tom. Driven out Of my own sons
house by the whims and vagarics of my
danghtcr-in-lawr' And grandmother
hustled about for shawl and hood.
and actually set out for Louise :.
''Oh.' cried Rose. sitting down again.
the better % enjoy her tears. WAS
ever anybody 50 unlrky? Here. just
doing commonly Christian act makes
a row in the family should like To be
mistress Of my own house for one day
and night just 10 see how il would feel.
But my sisters and my sistcrs-in-law.
my mother and my mother-in-law, my
husband
..And Your husband-in-law.' said
Tom. stopping and picking her up.
..It'S ali the husband have sobbed
Mrs. Rose. ..And il he's going 10 turn
against me because I've taken in "A poor
wayfaring \"
"A poor wayfaring man Of God. y
sang Sarah. full OF mischief. Come.
now. Rose. il you don't put on the COM
press you'll have hysieric, and be
carried of to bed. and never Have the
pleasure Of seeing your wayfarcr re-
viye. And soothed by Tom. and yeNed
by the girls. Rose put on the compress.
and went TO see il her charge could
swallow little beef extract. while Tom
sauntcred into the rccepiion-room 20
lift the mans eyelid. and observe
whether it, pupil contracted before
light. concerning which. if he came to
any conclu sion he did not announce it,
a. he sauntered ont again.
II IN afraid it's Of no use. poor fell
low said his sister Sarah. as the half
tcaspoonful Of beef extract occasioncd
no action. Now, Rose, you're all
tired out with your efforts, and excite
mcnt. and nerves and things. and you
20 to bed. and I'll sil up here and call
you if If You know if anything hap
, pens.
..Wcll. ! guess shall leave YOU alone
down here all night with dying man
said Rose. 1--WE won't either OF Us 81
up. We've done our share. Ill give
Stout dollar. and he shall sit up.
Now. Tom. let us have some oysters
and glass Of sherry; we need IT, II
seems u little TOO bad. though. for u q
be mcrry-making. and that poor soul In
there just passing through the awful
gates.
All the same. they did so. "A perfect
old man If the sea II j. To be-" said hel
sister May, IF YOU 20 on 30 about him.
And they had some hot soup and sherry
and oysters: and Stout took big arm.
chair for the night. prepared 70 20
sound asleep as soon n the bedroom
, doors closed. and by eleven o'clock
feeling they had done all they could in
the absence Of the doctor the famil,
', abandoned themselves TO dreams.
II was little past the first Of the wee
sma hours. Stout thought. when hs
was awakened from his own mti-ica
slumberS by strange sound. or rather
cessation of sound. and for a moment
his flesh crept. The dying man was
sitting up in bed. and was tearing
frantically at his neck. his wrists. hi.
ankles, the soles If his feet. and wa.
talking 10 himself. a Stout expressed IL
like a house afirc.
Jerusalem. where We II got TOP h.
mutterel Have | died, And i
this
NO. it amt said Stout.
"Well. then. I'm burning up aiire.
tell you'' said the stranger, tearing
! away AZ his mustard plasterS. Here
the back Of nv neck a condemned Gin
der: nv wrists are blisters: my fee
feel as ii they'd been walking on red
hot gridirons. Ii this amt there. wher,
is ite"
Its a place called Blossombank.
said Stout; ''owncd by the Eyanses
where YOU were taken in
"And done for groancd the man
How in time am going 10 walk 81
these feet? They ara a solid blister
How came | here. anyway he roarcd
Stout rot up and shut the door, anc
lcisurcly told him. enjoying his sketcl
I Of his little neighbor. Mrs. Rose. ans
the by-play Of tht rest Of the family.
Drunk. BY gracious said the pa
= tent. .Whod have thought quart o
4 cider would DO al that? But you ncve
can tell what cider on top Of clans vii
4 do; remember that. young man. rs
(, pccially when il i seven years old.
guess there was little stone fence i
: that cider.
"A little" said Stout. dryly. "A
I least thought 50 when we brought yo'
z in
! anybody but meddlesome foo
(. would have let me alone. However
good Samaritan sort Of people here.
reckon as he tugged AZ his las
a bandagc
. '.>ort Of new at it, said Stout
G l"Good plaything. that sort Of thing
!. Outgrow ii when they find just abou
hn,X .rt.af..fnl fnlkS nrn M