Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1885-04-02

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heroic dose 81 quinine
| Hes caught malaria from some Of
those Western bog holes, /" said the doc,
tor aside to the landlord. Unless we
break it up, he's in for fever. seethat
he has a good nurse. I'll be round in
the morning. 4
| The landlord himself sat UP with the
patient, and busy night he had till day
break, when Mr.. Coleman sank into
browse. The weary watcher improved
this opportunity to steal away for a nap,
and sent his son to take his place by the
bedside. After an hours sleep the sick
man awoke refreshed, the ringing il his
ears greater, but the throbbing Of his
/ temples less, the pain in his limbs no
longer absolutely unbearabIe.
"Heigho that you. Harryp' he said,
catching sight Of the boy munching an
apple for entertainment. Where were
you when came home last night2 j
didn't see You.
At st. Marks, sir, blowing the or
gan. Mr. Lyndo has hired me for the
quarter"
sOh, he has, has heav Mr.. Coleman
turned over in bed, and scowled at the
smoky lamp chimney. Soon be Topped
back again. Do you like this Lynde
fellow. Harrygp
"Tip-top; everybody does"
Mr.. Coleman groaned.
Is the pain coming on again. sir2 Can
do anything for you9''
Nothing, thank you, my boy; I'm
! pretty essentially done for. I'd like to
hear you talk, though. Tell me what's
happened while I've been away. What's
this Lynde been up tor
"oh, he's been flying round, you d
better believe
Been doing a stiff business, sup
pose, driving out with the Iadiesa'
| He's been driving out with Miss
Haywood some. / haven't seen him with
anybody else
The invalid suppressed another g.oan.
They've been looking at dishes and
curtains and things
Mr.. Coleman rose savagely upon his
elbow. This was ten thousand times
worse than he had dreamed The
story I've heard, then, is true, Harry;
Mr.. Lynde is going to be married.
why, how did you know, Mr.. Cole
mana He said it was a secret. He let
me go all over his house yesterday-he's
hired Lunt's cottage, corner of Vine
street and things shine, tell you. You
just ought to see those carpets Miss
Haywood helped him pick 'em out. The
other woman don't suspect thing
What other woman2''
Why, the woman Mr.. Lynde is going
to marry She lives down in Maine.
She thinks after the wedding on Christ
mas she's coming with Mr.. Lynde to
his boarding. house; but instead of that,
sir, he's going to fetch her right home to
this bully cottage. I'll bet she'll be sur
prised."
Mr.. Coleman dropped back upon the
pillow with an expression Raphael
might have despaircd of reproducing.
He lay there few minutes rejecting,
then sat bolt upright, his towel-begirt
headin bold relief against the mahogany
headboard.
BLOW out the lamp, Harry, please,
draw up the curtains, and hand me my
writing desk. there on the table. I'll
give you dollar if you'll carry mes
sage to Miss Haywood for me this morn
ing
Bless my soul, Coleman. you're as
tough as a pine knotln exclaimed the
doctor, boiling in as his patient sealed
the note. ''You had ague enough last
night to shake sensitive mortal into the
grave, and here you're up and attending
to business Let's feel your pulse Rapid
yet, but softer. # you're prudent you'll
be out in q few days.
| Harry rushed off on his errand, and
delivered Mr.. Coleman's billet into the
hands Of Miss Rue herself, who in his
private opinion looked very sober and
red eyed.
DEAR RUE thus ran the missive)
I've been having chill, one Of the
bona tide castanet order. hope you'll
do me the favor to believe it was coming
on at your house. fl raved furiously
and behaved worse than a savage, as /
know did. do forgive me, dear. I'm
coming to beg pardon on my knees as
soon as they are firm enough. Inclosed
please find your ring. Ever thine,
JoHN.
sP. S. Don't on any account with
draw from the operetta. "
Poor dear soul, how i'll he must have
beenp' mused loving little Rue, slipping
the cherished ring back upon her finger
But hope he isn't going to be subject
to these chills, . she added, with dole
full look. 81 do hope he isn't, for the
sake Of both Of Us. Penn Shirley, II
the Busar.
a Petriiied forest.