Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-02-06

| gouty-but wealthy-Edzingov, at
Ki!trens, whose ailment is worth fifty
fretzers visit"
With this pleasant prospect, Doctor
Trifulgas sought his bed and went to
sleep as sound!y as ever
| Rap, rap. rap!
| Three blows from the knocker, struck
| with firm hand, have this time added
their rattle TO the noise of the storm.
! The doctor, startled from his sleep. got
tup in towering passion. On opening
his window the hurricane came in like
a whirlwind.
"'Tis for the cracknel- maker"
"What, again that wretch?"
II am his mother"
MAY his mother, wife, and daughter
| all: die with himw r n Il !
| "'Tis fit"-
"Ay, and tight one, no doubt, chuck
led the doctor.
! 1--WE have little money!" said the
old woman, Fan installnlent on the
house sold to Dantrup, the drayman, Of
Messagliere Street. If You don't come,
my granddaughter will be without a
father, my daughter without husband
and myself without son."
It was heartrending and horrible to
hear the old bags voice, and to think
that the wind froze the blood in her veins,
and drenched the very bones under her
skin.
"A fit, say you? The fee two hun
dred fretzers," reioined the heartless
leech.
eve have but one hundred and
twenty"
"Good night. then!" And once more
the window was closed.
On second thoughts, however, he
came TO the conclusion that, for an hours
trot and half an hours attendance, one
hundred and twenty fretZers made sixty
fretzers an hour-one fretzer a minute
It was small profit at best. but not quite
to be despised.
So, instead OF getting into bed, the
doctor slipped himself into his velvet
suit, hurried down stairs in a pair of
thick water proof boots, mutfled him
self up in a large overcoat, put on his
gloves and sou 'wester, and, leaving the
lamp lighted on the table near his Coaex
opened at page 1877, pushed open the
door Of the Six-Four, and appeared on
the threshold.
|, The old crone was there, leaning On
stick, her frame emaciated by eighty
years of misery.
! "The money" said he.
"Here; and may God return it hun
bred fold"
"God ?-the money of God? Has any
one seen it's color?"
The doctor whistled Hurzof, put
small lantern in the dogs mouth, and
bent his steps toward the sea. The old
bag trudged on behind;
Good heavens, what weather! The
bells Of Saint Phil6lene sway to and
fro under the headlong fury of the
storm, an ominous portent, as we know.
But Doctor Trifulgus eschews all SUI
perstitious notions. The fact is, he
believes in nothing at all, not even his
own science-except for what it brings
him in. What weather, to be sure, and
what road! Nothing but single and
slag-the single slippery like weed
and the Stag crisp as clinker. And no
other light to see by than 3 tremulous
flicker from Hurzofs lantern. At times
strange fantastic figures seemed to
toss in the flames that swell from the
mouth of the Fanglor. There is really
no telling what lies at the bottom OF
those inscrutable craters. Perhaps the
souls Of the under world, that volatilize
on reaching our atmosphere.
The doctor and the old bag followed
the line OF coast that runs in and out Of
the small bays along the shore. The
sea is of q livid Wilderness, and sparkles
as its pillows hurtle the phosphores-
cent fringe OF surf that seems to pour
wave on wave of glow worms upon the
beach.
Thus both rush On till they reach
bend in the road between two swelling
downs, where the broom and sea- PUSHES
clash their blades together, like so
many bayonets.
! The dog has drawn nearer to his mas
ter. and seems to say:
! "Well, what think you? A hundred
and key in the safe! That's the way to
build up fortune! IT'S another piece
of ground added to the vine enclosuret
Another dish added to the evening
meal! Another bowl OF food for faith
full Hurzof! Nothing like attending
rich patients and loosening their purse
strings"
At this point the old woman stopped.
She directed finger, which shook like
age, toward red light some way off in
the gloom--tlle house of Wort Kartif,
| the crackneI-mak
"There?" laconically put in the doc
tor.
YES" responded the crone.
Just then the Vanglor, vibrating to
it's foundations with noise like thun-
der, threw up mass of fulig1nous
fame, that mounted to the zenith and
rent the clouds. Doctor Trifulgas was
thrown to the ground by the force Of
the conclusion. Regaining his footing,
he swore like Christian, and looked
around. The beldan was gone. She
must have fallen through some deep
| crevasse in the ground, or taken flight
on the floating fog clouds OF ocean. .
The dog, however was still there, up
| right on his launches, his mouth wide
| open, and the light of the lantern blown
! out.
"Never mind let's go on" mumbled
Doctor Trifulgas. The honest man has
| pocketed the one hundred and twenty
fretzers, and must needs earn them.
A solitary light is alone visible in the
distance half a kertse away. It is
doubtless the lamp of the dying, or,
perchance, dead man, and yonder must
| be the cracknel- makers house. There