The Dawson journal., 1885-04-23

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have no desire to rivet CALLING fet-
ters. Henceforth you are free to
smile upon Mr.. Lynde or any 9TH
er gentlemen"
Had he omitted the last sentence,
affectionate, kindly little Rue
could even then have "made up"
with John. but this was too much
for her temper. Snatching the
golden circlet from her engage
ment finger, she flung it at her
lover with cheeks afame.
"Take back your ring" cried
she; "the girl who wears it should
be saint or simpleton, and I'm
neither. Goodbye, john"
Auburn head erect, chin in air,
she swept out of the room with
all the stateliness possible to a
slight girl Of five feet two. She
felt hers to be righteous indig-
nation. John had no reason-no
earthly reason-to treat her so.
She would not personate patient
Griselda for the amusements of
the village.
"John wants to bend the whole
world to his will" mused she, an
grily, peeping through her cham
Der blind as he stalked away chew
ing his black m ustache; che wants
to bend the whole world to his
will and / won't be bent. Our en-
gagement is broken, and I'm glad
of it."
For full fifteen minutes she was
unequivocally glad.
John Coleman thought that he,
too, was glad. Walking fercely
on, he squared his broad shoul-
ders, land told himself that the en-
gagement had been q mistake-an
error of judgement. A grave, self
made man of thirty should have
been wiser than to trust his hap
piness to the keeping of a gay, ca
pricious maiden. Why had he
been so dotingly fond of the child,
so hoodwinked by her coquetries?
Blind, dwelling idiot that he was,
the sooner he was buried again in
the law the better. The mans
soul was hot within him.
Shocked at his partners i'll
looks, Mr.. Riggs in greeting him
asked if he had had a chill.
eyes, something of that nature" :"
was the grim reply. "How about
the suit of ingalls, versus Wade?
[ find flaw in the Indictment"
MIR. Coleman was in the mood
for finding flaws. His habitual
self-control had deserted him.
Once he nearly annihilated tGr.
Riggs for casually mentioning
Mr.. Lynde and his reported en-
gagement.
"Oh! l recollect now; Coleman
had lien on the young woman
himself. Queer I should have
forgotten" mused the discounted
advocate, dipping his pen in the
Ink.
That night Mr.. Coleman had
chill-no metaphorical heart ague,
but a genuine physical, ,bone-shak-
ing rigor that demanded blankets
and hot brick and a heroic dose
of quinine.
"He's caught malaria from some
of those Western big-holes," said
the doctor aside to the landlord.
"Unless we break it up, he's in
for fever. See that he has
good nurse. I'll be round in the
morning"
The landlord himself sat up
with the patient, and busy night
he had till day break, when Mr..
Coleman sank into a browse. The
weary watcher improved this op-
portunity to steal away for nap,
and sent his son to take his place
by the bedside. After an hours
sleep the sick man awoke refresh
ed, the ringing in his ears greater,
but the throbbing Of his temples
less, the pain in his limbs no
longer absolutely unbearable.
"Heigho! that you Harry?" he
said, catching sight of the boy
munching an apple for entertain
ment. "Where were you when 1
came home last night? I didn't
see YOU"