Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1885-04-30

was the grim reply. "How about the
suit of Ingalls, versus Wade ? | find q
| flaw in the indictment"
Mr.. Coleman was in the mood fol
finding flaws. His habitual self.con
troll had deserted him. Once he early
annihilated Mr.. Riggs for casually
mentioning Mr.. Lyude and his report
ed engagement.
"Oho / recollect now Coleman
had a lien OH the young woman him
self. Queer should haye forgotten, "
mused the discounted advocate, dip
ping his pen In the ink.
That night Mr.. Coleman had chill
no metaphorical heart ague, but gen.
uine physical, bone shaking rigor that
demanded blankets and hot brick and
a heroic dose of quinine.
He's caught malaria from some of
those Western bog-holes," said the
doctor aside to the landlord. UNLESS
we break it up he's in for fever. See
that he has good nurse. Ill be round
in The morning."
The landlord himself sat up with the
patient, and busy night he had till
daybreak, when Mr. Coleman sank into
a browse. The weary watcher lmproV
ed this opportunity to steal away for
nap, and sent his son TO take his place
by the bedside. After an hours sleep
the sick man awoke refreshed, the ring
Ing in his ears greater, but the thTob-
bing of his temples less, the pain in his
limbs no longer absolutely unbearable.
"Heigho that you, Harry {" he said
catcning sight of the boy munching an
apple for entertainment. 'Where
were you when came home stnight?
l didn't see you"
"At St. Marks, sir, blowing the or
gan. Mr.. Lynde has hired me for the
quarter"
''Oh he has, has he ?" Mr.. Coleman
turned over in bed, and scowled at the
smoky lamp chimney. Soon he Topped
back again. do you like this Lynde
fellow, Harry ?''
"Tip-top ; everybody does"
Mr.. Coleman groaued.
SIS the pain coming on again, sir ?
Can l do anything for you ?''
"Nothing, thank you, my boy Pm
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 LyDde been up to ?"
"Oh, he's been flying round, you'd
better believe"
"Been doing stiff business, 1 sup
pose, driving out with the ladies ?''
He's been drying out with Miss
Haywood some. | haven't seen him
with anybody else.'
The invalid suppressed another
groan.
They've been looking at dishes and
curtains and things"
Mr. Coleman rose savagely upon his
elbow. This was ten thousand times
worse than lie had dreamed "The
story I've heard, then, is true, Harry !;
Mr.. Lynde is going to be married."
"Why, how did you know, Mr.. Cole
man ? He said it was secret. He
let me 60 all over his house yesterday
he's hired Lunt's cottage, corner of
Vine street-and things shine, tell
you. You ought to See those carpets.
Miss Haywood helped him pick 'em
out. The other woman don't suspect a
thing"
"What other woman ?"
"Why, the woman Mr.. Lynde is 60
ing to marry. She lives down in
Maine. She thinks after the wedding
on Christmas she's coming with Mr..
Lynde to his boarding house but in
stead 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 upon the
pillow with an expression Raphael
might have despalred OF reproducing
He Law there a few minutes rejecting.
then sat bolt upright, his towel-beglrted
head in bold relief against the mahog-
any 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 a dollar if you'll carry a mes
sage to Miss Haywood for me this
morning."
"Bless my soul, Coleman, you're as
tough as a pine knot 10 exclaimed the
doctor, boiling in as his patient sealed
the note "You had ague enough last
night to shake sensitive mortal into
the grave, and here you're up and at
tending 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, an d
delivered Mr.. Coleman's billet into the
hands Of Miss Rue herself, who in his
private opinion looked very sober and
red-eyed.
"DEAK RUE (thus ran the missive)-
"I'ye been having chill, one of the
bona fide castanet order. hope you'll
do me the favor to believe it was com.
ing on at your house. If | raved fu-
riously and behaved worse than saw
aue as know I did. do forgive me.