The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1885-04-28

luis opportunity 10 Steai away lOr nap,
aud sent his son to tske his place by the
bedside. After an hours sleep the sick
man awoke refreshed, the ringing in bis
ears greater, but the throbbing of his
temples less. the pain in his limbs no
longer absolutely uubearable
'Heigho that you, Harry3" he said,
catching sight of the boy munching an
apple for entertainment. "Wbere we're
you when l came home last nightp
didn't seegyou."
'sAt St. Marks, sir, blowing the or.
gan. Mr.. l.; nde has hired me for the
quarter"
"Oh, he has, has he2" MI. Coleman
turned over in bed, and seowled at the
smoky lamp chimney. Soon he Topped
back again. "Do you like this Lynde
fellow Harry ?"
A"ipstop; everybody does"
Mr.. Coleman groaned.
"Is the pain coming on again, sir p
Can / do anything for your"
"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 to ?"
"Oh, he's been flying round, you'd
better believe"
"Been doing a stiff business, ! sup
pose, driving out with the ladies p
SHE'S been driving out with Miss
Haywood some. l haven't seen him
with anybody else"
The invalid suppressed another groan
t'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."
"Whv. how did you know, Mr. Cole.
man2 He said it was secret. He LEI
me 60 all over his house yesterday-he's
hired Lunt's cottage, corner of Vine
street-and things shine, tell you. Yor
just ought to see those carpets. Miss
Haywood helped him pick 'em out The
other woman don't suspect a thing"
"Wbat other woman 2"
"Why, the woman Mr. Lynde is going
to marry. She lives down In Name
She thinks after the wedding on Christ
mas she's coming with Mr.. Lynde tc
his clearinghouse: hut instead of that
sir, she's going to fetch her right home
TO this bully cottage. I'll bet she'll bt
surprised"
Mr.. Coleman dropped back upon tht
pillow with an expression Rapbae
might have despaired of reproducing
He Law there few minutes rejecting
then sat bolt upright, his towel-5egri
head in bold relief against the mahoga
ny headboard.
"Blow out the lamp, Harry, please
draw mp the curtains, and hand me ny
writing desk there on the table. III
give you dollar if you'll carry a mes
sage to Miss Hay wood for me this morn
ing --.---.--...-.,.a -
"Bless my soul, Coleman, you're as
tough as pine knol!' exclaimed The
doctor, boiling in as his patient sealed
the note. "You had agne enough lasl
night to shake sensitive mortal into
the grave. and here you're up and at,
tending to business Let's feel your
pulse. Rapid vet, but softer. If you're
prudent you'll be out in 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) -
"Tve beer having chill, one of the
BONA fide castanet order. / hope you'll
do me the favor to believe it was CON-
ing on at your house. II l raved furi.
ouslv and behaved worse than savage,
as I know I did, do forgive me, dear -
I'm coming to beg pardon on nv knees
as soon as they are firm enough In.
closed please find your ring. Ever thine,
"JoHN.
"P S-Don't on auv account with
draw from the operetta
"Poor dear soul, how i'll he must have
been!" mused loving little Rue. slipping
the cherished ring back upon ber finger.
"But l hope he isn't to be subject 10
these chills." she added, with doleful
look. "I do hope he isn't. for the sake
Of both of us."-Penn Shirley. tn The
Basar.