Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-02-01

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Good heavsoe, what wsathssi Ths bslll
OF Saint Philflsns sway to and fro under thu
hsadlong fury Of Nhs storm, IN ominous por
tent a. We know. But DR.. TrifulgAl
sschsws all supsrstitious notionA Ths fact
is. be believes in nothing st al, not svsn hil
own scisncs-sxcsps for what IL brings him
In What wsathsr, to BE- surs. and what q
road! Nothing but shingls and slag-tha
shingles slippsry Like Ds-vssd, and the
Stag crisp as clinksR. And no other light
to So BY ahan . trsmulous flicker from
Hursofs lantsrn. A. times strange. fan.
tastic dgurss seem to tos In the flames that
swell from the mouth Of the vanglor
There Is really no telling what lies at the
bottom OF thoss inscrutabls oraterA Per
haps the souls Of the un der world, that vola-
tliss on reaching our atmosphsrA
The doctor and the old bag fellow the line
Of coast that runs In and ous Of the small
bays along the shorN The 80 Is Of Q ivid
whiteness, and sparkles as its billows hurtls
10 pour wave On wave sf Slow-worms up on
the beach.
Thus both rush on till they reach band In
The road between two swelling downs, where
the broom and so brushes clash their blades
toge ther, like so many bayonetA
The dog has drawn nearer to his master,
and seems to say:
swell, what think youi A hundred and
twenty fretzers to place under lock and key
IN the safe! That's the way to build up
fortune! 'Tis another piese Of ground added
to the vine enclosure! Another dish added
10 he. -
for faithful Hurzofl Nothing like attending
rich patients and loossning their purse
strings"
At this point the old woman stopped. She
directed . finger, which shook like age,
toward . red light some way of in the
gloom-the house Of Wort Kartif, the crack
nel-maker.
"Therer laconically put in tho doctor
YES, I" responded the crone
Just then the Vanglor, vibrating to its
foundations with q noise like thunder threw
up mass Of fuliginous flame, that mounted
to the zenith and rent the clouds Doctor
Trifulgas was thrown to the ground by tho
force Of the conclusion Regaining his foot
ing, he swore like q Christian, and looked
around The beldsm was gone She must
have fallen through some deep crevasss in
the ground, or taken flight on the floating
fog clouds of ocean The dog, however, was
still there, upright on his haunches, his
mouth wide open, and the Light Of ths
lantern blown out
Never mind; let's 20 on" mumbled DR..
TrifulgaS The honest man has pocketed
the 12O fretxers, and must needs earn thsm
A solitary light Il alone visible In the dis
tance half q kertss away. 1t Is doubtless the
lamp Of the dying, or, perchanos dead man,
and yonder must be the cracknel-maker's
houss. There can be no mistake, tho old hag
pointed it out And SO saying, with the
noise Of the storm in his sars, Doctor Triful-
gas hurriss on toward the house, which
alone In ths midst Of Q wide heath,
is more distinctly perceptibls - the way
farer approaches
1t b q singular and noteworthy fact to OBJ
serve how much the houss Of the cracknel-
maker looks like the doctors Six -Four, as
Luktrop; there h the aams arrangement in
the front windows, and the istls vaultsd
door at the sida Doctor TrifulRas strides
on a. fast ss the driving gusts Of
wind and rain will permit He reaches the
door, which il ajar, pushes II open, enters,
and the blast closes it behind him with .
bang. The dog outside bowls or is silent, by
turns, like choristers chanting ths verses Of
a Forty Hours psalm
How very strangei One might almost b
led to suppose that DR.. Trifulgss had come
back to his own house But this cannot be.
He took no wrong turning on the road, nor
did he lose his way. No. be Is certainly at
and not at Luktrop Yet how
khA
vaulted corridor, the same winding staircase,
and the same massive wooden railing, hand
worn like bis owni He ascenda and stops on
ths landing. A faint light comes from un-
der the door, Is at the Six-Four.
Is il a snars or . dslusionl By the weak
Ilimmer Of the lamp he vaguely recognizes
his own room-there the yellow sofa: there,
On the right, the old oaksn chest; and there,
had thought Of placing his 40 tret3srs
'els, his table with its convolused legs upon
open ct page 1877.
What ails mein murmurs the doctor
What ais theei Why, thou art palsied with
It's. The body contracts and dwindlss in
aameless horrors seem to creep
Quick, or the lamp, for want Of oil, will 90
,u., and the Gck man die Ay, the bed Is
.here-his own. with it, pillows and balda-
1uin-a bed as long as it il broad, and the
closed curtains with their large inwrought
lowers Can this indeed b the bed Of
poor cracknsl-maksri Trembling, tho doctor
draws near, pulls the curtains asids, and
peers within
There, outstretched ON his dying bed, lies
he sick man, with his head outside the
and motionlsss, like one about
10 breathe his last The doctor bends for
ward
Ah, what ghastly scream b that which
-ends the air, and Is taken up BY the dog
outside with his sinister howlingl It is not
Wort Kartitf, the crscknel-maker, who Is the
lying man, but he. tho doctor, Doctor Tri-
'ulgs1 himself he who II smitten down with
brain fevsr-he and no other. Full well he
znows the symptoms It 10 cerebral apo
plexy, with sudden accumulation Of serosity
in the cavities Of the brain, and partial par
alysis Of the body on the dds opposite that
where the lesion exista Ay. It was for him
hat assistance was besought, that 120 fret
,srs were paid! He who, In the hardnss of
ais heart, had refused TO attend the poor
sracknel- maksrl It Il hs now that Is dying.
Dr. Trifulgas raved like . maniac. The
Iymptoms increased every minuta Not only
we're all the functions Of relation dead in
,im, but the beatings Of his heart were
hearty gone, like the breath Of his lungA
Yet he had not lost all consciousne0 Of his
desperate strait
What shall he dol Diminish the mass of
he blood by bleedingi There must be no
hesitation, or DR.. Trifulgas Is dead man.
was still practiced In Volsinia,
md there, as here, the doctors rescued from
lpoplexy all those who were not to die from
ts effecta
DR.. Trifulgas seized his case of instru-
nents, took his lancet, and punctured the
yein on his duplicate self. No blood, how
,ver, spurted from the wound. He rubbed |
with all his might the chest Of the dying
me, but he found that the pulsations Of his
,wn heart diminished; he burnt the others |
ieet with hot bricks, but felt bis own feet |
growing cold
Suddenly his duplicate starts up In his bed,
struggles wildly In ths lsst throes of sus-
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