The Yazoo sentinel. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1878-1916, 1885-05-07

nlishments admired by ladies. and
scorned by himself, matter-ol-iact john
Coleman. From the outset he had as
trusted the winsome gallant's influence
over Rue, with what reason the sequel
had proved.
That night Mr.. Coleman had chill !
no metaphorical heart ague, but genu.
inc physical, bone-shaking rigor ina.
demanded blankets and hot bricks ano
a heroic dose Of qulnine
"He's caught malaria nom some OF
those COMPOUNDED bog-holes," said the
doctor aside TO the landlord. Unless
we break Il up, he's in for lever. See
that be has good nurse. III be ronno
IN the morning"
The landlord himself sat up with the
patient. and busy night he had TIL
dnybreak, when Mr.. Coleman sank INTO
browse The weary watcher I'M
proved this opportunity to steal away
for nap, and sent his son TO take ms
place by the bedside. After an non,
sleep the sick man awoke refreshed tne
ringing in his ears greater, but tne
throbbing Of his temples less, the pam
in his limbs no longer absolutely un-
bearable. .,
"Heigho that You, Harry" he said,
catching sight Of the boy mnnching an
ample for entertainment where were
Won when came home last nightr
didn't see you.
SAT ST. Marks, sir, blowing the organ,
Mr.. Lynde has hired me Tor the quarter.
ooh. he has, has he ?" Mr.. Coleman
turned over In bed. and scowled az the
smoky lamp chimney. Soon he Hoped
hack again. "Do you like this Lynds
fellow, Harry /,
"Tlp-top; everybody does.
Mr.. Coleman groaned.
.Ta the pain coming on again, SIR :
Can [ do anything for youY"
"Nothing, thank you, my boy; I'm
uretty essentially done for. Ia hKe 70
hear YOU talk, though. Tell me what's
happened while I've been away. Whats
this Lynde been up tor
"Oh, he's been flying round, youd
better believe"
"Been doing stiff business, ! sup
pose. driving out with the ladies'
Giles been driving out with Miss
HAYWOOD some. / haven't seen him
with anybody else"
The invalid suppressed another groan;
"They've been looking at dishes ana
curtains and things"
Mr.. Coleman rose Ravagely upon his
elbow. This was ten thousand times
worse than he had dreamed.
ssThe story I've heard, then, Is true
Harry: Mr.. Lynde is going to DO mar
ried." -. -.
nWhy. how did you know, Mr.. Cole,
man2 He said Il was O secret he 10
me 90 ali over his house yesterday
hired Lunt's cottage, corner o. Vin'
street--and things shine, l tell you
} You lust ought to see those carpets
Miss HAYWOOD helped him PICK en-
/ ont. The other woman don't suspect
, thing"
"What other woman2
"Whv. the woman Mr.. Lynde 10 60
;n0 to marry. She lives down !
Maine. She thinks after the weddin
, on Christmas she's coming with M
? T,vnde TO his boarding-house but II
I stead OF that, sir, he's going to fetch ne
I RIGHT home to this bully cottage. 4
? bet she'll be surprised. I,
a Mr.. Coleman dropped back upon u
4 oillow with an expression Rapha'
3 might have despaired Of reproducing
IA Law there n few minutes rejecting
them sat bolt-upright. his towel-gi
s head in bold relief against the fnahogai
head-board.
}. sBlow out the lamp, Harry, pleas
draw up the curtains, and hand me 4
% writino-desk there on the table. !
i give you dollar IL you'll carry me
l. sage to Miss Haywood for me this nor
q sssBless my soul, Coleman, you're
4 tough as a pine knot + exclaimed q
doctor. boiling in as his patient seal
+ the note. "You had ague enough Ia
% night to shake sensitive mortal in
III the grave. and here you're up and O
r. tendine to business. Lets feel yo'
- pulse Rapid yet, but setter. II you'
= prudent you'll be out in few days.
Harry rushed of on his errand. a
= delivered Mr.. Coleman's billet into &
~ hands Of Miss Rue herself, who in b
a. private opinion looked very sober a.
red-eyed.
he "DEAR Rue" (thus ran the missive)
q. 1--WE been having a very bad chill, o
We n the bona tsde castanet order. no
IT. vouIl do me the favor to believe it "
on coming on at your house. II raw
70. furiously and behaved worse than s.
II age as I know ] did, do forgive n
}. dear. I'm coming to beg pardon on
i'd knees as soon as they are firm enoug
,p- IncIosed please find your ring: ~
be thine, Sohs,
as nP. S.-Don't On any account wi
ole draw from the operetta.
Mt "Poor dear soul, how i'll he must be
m been T. unused loving little Rue, slippi
the cherished ring back upon her fing
IN .sBut / hope he isn't gong to be q
;ect 10 these chills," she added, viii
too dolefuI look. 81 do hope he isn't,
he the sake of both Of us."-Harpe