Milford chronicle., 1885-03-27

those confounded bog-holes, sala lhs
Doctor aside to the landlord. "Onless
We break It up, he's in for a fever. see
that he has q good nurse. Ill Derouho
in the morning. -:.,, .ta
patient. and busy night lie haa ulI
dsvbreak. when Mr.. Coleman sank INTO
q drowse The weary watcher I'M
proved this opportunity to steal away
For nan. and sent his son to take ms
nlace bv the bedside. After an hour
sleen fine sick man awoke refreshed, the
ringino in his ears greater, but the
tbrobbing of his temples less, the PAIN
IN his limbs no longer absolutely IN
bearable. .oia
catching sight of the boy m9nchlng LLI1i'.l an
apple for entertainment. "Where were
Won when came home last night!
didn't see you. .,
WAt sd. Marks, sir, blowing the organ:
Mr.. Lynde has hired me for the quarter
ooh. he has, has he ?" Mr.. Coleman
turned over in bed, and scowiled at lne
smoky lamp chimney. Soon he Hoped
back again. ''Do you like this Lyhoe
fellow, Harry {"
/ "Tip-top everybody does
Mr., Coleman groaned.
"Is the pain coming on again, sir
Can I do anything for you ?"
1Nothing, thank you, my boy; I'm
nreftv essentially done for. I'd ike TO
hear Won talk, though. Tell me what's
bappened while I've been away. What's
this Lynde been up to-
"Oh. he's been flying round, you'd
better believe"
"Been doing a stiff business, l sup
nose. driving out with the ladies 2"
"He's been driving out with Miss
HAYWOOD some. haven't seen nlili
with anybody else"
THE invalid suppressed another groan:
1sTbev'ye 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.
0The story I've heard, then. Is true
Harry: Mr.. Lynde is going to be mar
.,Wbv. how did you know, Mr.. Cole,
manP He said it was secret. he le
me 90 all over his house yesterday
hired Lunts cottage, corner OF VINE
sfreet-apd things shine, tell you
Won lust ought to see those carpets
Miss HAYWOOD helped him pick 'en
ont The other woman don't suspect
thing" =,
"What other woman 2?
"Whv. the woman Mr.. Lynde IS go
ing To marry. She lives down Il
!, Maine, She thinks after the weddinnI
on Christmas she's coming with MI
: Tvnde to his boarding-house but IN
2 stead of that, sir, he's going to 1etch 1g 1'i
= right. home to this bully cottsge' II
/ bet she'll be surprised. 4,
3 MrJr. .aeman droppel INK .upon, tn
pillow with an expresEonhan Napnat
= MIGHT have despaired of repro@aeihe
. Te Law there a few minutes rejecting
then sat bolt-upright, his towel-gll
head in bold relief against the mahogan
q @Blow out the lamp, Harry, pleas
I draw M the curtains, and hand me m
wrifing-desk there on the table. L
i oive YOU a dollar if you'll carry me
q SAGE to Miss Haywood for me this mori
7'Bless my soul, Coleman, yoR're
) touoh as a pine knot p exclaimed Il
n doctor. boiling in as his patient scale
# the note. ''You had ague enough h Ia
: NIGHT to shake q sensitive mortal I'M
,r tbe grave, and here you're up and a
r tending to business. Let's feel yoll
pulse. Rapid yet, but softer. If you.
q prudent you'll be out in few days.
If Harry rushed off on his errand. al
!. delivered Mr.. Coleman's billet into Il
hands of Miss Rae herself, who In h
IA private opinion looked very sober al
E. red-eyed.
ye nDEAR Rue" (thus ran the missive(
It. "I've been having very bad chill, o.
IN of the bona tide castanet order. L no
o. vou'I do me the favor to believe 1t W
RI coming on at your house. Ii raw
J. fnriouslv and behaved worse than a SO
Id noe. as I know I did, do forgive n
p dear. I'm coming to beg pardon on Z
be knees as soon rs they are firm eno9g
,le itio,o40' iil;1,o JOHN.
1t. up. S.-Don't on any account wit
m draw from the Operetta.
"Poor dear soul, how i'll he must ha
N been = mused loving little Rue, sllppl
fbe cherished ring back upon her ing
90 "But I hope he isn't going to be 81
he iect TO these chills,' she added, Will
Did tdolefnl look. "I do hope he isn't,
en the sake of both Of us. ."-H0T2'e
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