The Dawson journal., 1885-04-23

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Nothing, thank you, my boy;
I'm pretty essentially done for.
I'd like to hear you talk, though.
Tell what's happened while I've
: been away. What's this Lynde
been up to?"
ooh, he's been flying round,
you'd better believe"
"Been doing a stiff business,
suppose, driving out with the la
dies?"
Hes been driving out with
Miss Haywood some. I haven't
seen him with anybody else"
The invalid suppressed another
groan.
"They've been looking at dish
es and curtains and things"
Mr.. Coleman rose savagely up
on his elbow. This was ten thou
sand times worse than he had
dreamed. "The story I've heard,
then, is true, Harry; Mr.. Lynde is
going to be married"
"Why, how did you know, Mr..
Coleman? He said it was Sc
cret. He let me go all over his
house yesterday-he's hired
Hunts cottage, corner of vine
street-and things shine, I tell
you. You just ought to see those
carpets. Miss Haywood helped
him pick 'em out. The other wo-
man don't suspect thing"
"What other woman?"
"Why, the woman Mr.. Lynde is
going to marry. She lives down
in Maine. She thinks after the
wedding on Christmas, she's COM
ing with Mr.. Lynde to his board
ing house; but instead of that, sir,
, he's going to fetch her right home
to this bully cottage. I'll bet
she'll be surprised"
Mr.. Coleman dropped back up
on the pillow with an expression a
} Raphael might have despaired of
reproducing. He lay there a few
minutes rejecting, then sat bolt
} upright, his towel begirt head in
bold relief against the mahogany
headboard.
"Blow out the lamp, Harry,
please, draw up the curtains, and
hand me my writing desk there on
the table I'll give you dollar
if you'll carry a message to Miss
Haywood for me this morning"
"Bless my soul, Coleman, you're
as tough as pine knott" exclaim-
ed the doctor, boiling in as his pa
tient sealed the note. "You had
ague enough last night to shake a
sensitive mortal into the grave,
and here you're up and attending
to business. Let's feel your pulse.
Rapid yet but softer. If you're
prudent you'll be out in few
days"
Harry rushed off on his errand,
and delivered Mr.. Coleman's bill
let into the hands of Miss Rue,
herself, who in his private opin-
ion looked very sober and red
eyed.
"DEAR RUE" (thus ran the missive)-
GIVE been having chill, one of the bona
fide castanet order. | hope you'll do me
the favor to believe it was coming on at
your house. If l raved furiously and be-
haved worse than savage, as know l
did, do forgive me, dear. Pm coming to
beg pardon on my knees as soon as they
are firm enough. Inclosed please find your
ring. Ever thine,
"JoHN.
"P. S.-Don't on any account withdraw
from the operetta."
"Poor dear soul, how i'll he must
have been?' unused loving little
Rue, slipping the cherished ring
back upon her finger. "But L
hope he isn't going to be subject
to these chills," she added, with
doleful look. 81 do hope he isn't,
for the sake Of both of us" Penn
Shirley in the Bazaar
The Atlanta Constitution,
In long article relating to the
3. b. B. of that city, says:
The Blood Balm Company start
ed one year ago, with $4,000, but
to-day the business cannot be
bought for S50,000.00!
The demand and satisfaction
given is said to be without par
allel, as its action is pronounced
wonderful.
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