The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1885-08-27
SWEET-WILLfAM.
rxym crnlle in New York World,

About month ago pot OF sweet.
william not yet in flower was carried
up to the fifth foor of the big tenement.
house at 121 East Twentieth street, and
placed on the window-sill of back
room that overlooked some scorching
tin roofs, a snarl of clothes lines and
a perspective of chimneys and mcphitiC
gas works.
should never have known of it if o
kind hearted old saint, who is always
poh ing about in these places, hal not
spoken 10 ijr. Hamilton about it one
day, as We stood talking in front Of the
Coleman house.
y the way, We had been talking
about r. iIammond's II a." He had
remarked that unce said it sold like
hot cakes, and | had replied that like
hot cakes there was indigest ;on in it,
and ! wondered why an author who haG
such tund OF experience in ew orh
life should have gone all the way tc
Colorado to find an i'm gossible character
when the actual was under his very
eyes.
Just then up stepped my old friend in
black and buglCS and wanted the doctor
TO 90 and see poor dear girl-that was
her rhrase-ln wentleth street.
There is nothing IA doctor has to fight
more grimly than promis uous sym
pathy, unless he conscientiously believes
that medicine is martyrdom, and as 3
rule he doesn t.
suppose Dr. Hamilton would have
smiled affably and evasively and then
forgotten it all if Black and Bugles
hadn said something about a pot of
sweet william. And this is the way she
said it:
The poor dear is dying there for
want of care and food. She's been liv-
ing for week off pot of sweet william
in the window"
A yellow cab ratified up, and five min
utes later the doctor an We're sling
ing the mud in Twentieth street.
spare you the tenement house. This
one is no worse, no better than the rest.
1t may have few moro people in it
than the law allowS, )ut it is built so
that it will not fall down.
The rest of it is hackneyed.
God forgive US that the misery of il
and all the wretched, broken hearts oil
it should be haekneyed' too.
II.
Real life is always the same old story
It doesn need TO he retouched.
81 know what this is" said-"deso
late room. sick woman in bed, deserted
by her lover; no work; careless life i'm
provident habits; penitent and pititul
end regulation style"
But there was the Pot of Sweet Will
iam Yes. that was not the regulation
style-certainly not the dietetic style
True enough, ther, she was on her
back But a marrieu woman this time
and there sat her 10. hus' and holding
her thin hand and looking into tine
veins OF it.
lie got up like gaunt wolf his eye
cleaning, when we calne in. Two OF
three words of explanation sat him down
sullenly ON the foot Of the bed.
He was handsome fellow, not over
%, rugged and sun drowned. t Na,
easy to see in his eye and the curve OF
his mouth that he did not come out o.
the gutter.
But the woman! That ghost there in
the grip of a fever. Evidently she dld
not come out of the earth at all-musi
have Loated lightly down to it at som,
time like palpitaring fog of WON Il,
to find out what he'll it all was sh,'
had got into. Very white and frai.
with that awful WEAKNESS and sadn,s,
in her big eyes that even the fire o.,
fever could not over ONE.
Even this is tho old story and the old
details.
The cool, quick skill of the physician
l1l1 Nf t,.n IrNn I'm |,
husband had gone for the needed mpdI-
cine, and the doctor had her alone
Science was gropmg for the mischief
walked to the window and there stoo
the pot of sweet william-a little bunch
of it in a common eartbern jar, but very
green and fresh and pretty.
IL.
'Where is Charely2' she said plain
lively. why does he stay away SC
long. He doesn know how drear it is
here F0or boy! poor boy Q my poor
Charley. Do you think he'll come back
here; Why should he. GU don't know
hint ill kill him; I'm sure it will.
The DO tor looked sidewiSe at me. /
knew what he meant-thiS was fever
talk. Just enough delirium to Le dis
connected, but not enough to be false
II tell you he's hungry; can't Gu SEE
it in his cheek. A man can not &C
without food like a woman. v hy
don you let ME be and attend TO him
/ shall be al right presently. Bat his
heart is breaking. is that you, mo her
| id you bring my sweet william. Ou'll
have to explain to these gentleman !
don want them to laugh at mo. Tell
them it was a girl whim. 1t grew IN
my garden. How cool it was there by
the brook! Are We there nowl har
ley, harley-mv poor darling, are We
back in the garden
%, | know; put it on the chair here
by my side and shut the window; the
dreadful sounds drown the music of the
water
| made motion to obey her. The
doctor mot oned me to keep still.
= he said she'd send doctor and a
nurse; wasn't that what she saids Y, ]
want drink.
There was a tumbler of tepid Croton
on the mantel. The doctor put the
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