West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1885-03-06

leellng Jney nhu done all they could in
the absence of the doctor, the family
abandoned themselves TO dreams
IL Was little past the first of the wee
sma hours, Stout thought, when no
was awakened from his own musical
slumbers by strange sound. or rather
cessation OF sound, and for "A moment
his flesh crept. The dying man was
sitting up in bed, and was tearing
irantcally at his neck, his wrists, his
ankles, the soles OF his feet. and was
talking to himself, as Stout expressed it,
like house afire.
Jerusalem! whero've 81 got TOP" no
muitereI. Have died? And Is
this"
mo, IL amt" said Stout
"Well, then. I'm burning up alice,
tell you!' said the stranger, tearing
away at his mustard plasters Here's
the back of my neck a condemned Gin.
der; my wrists are blist rs; my feet
feel as if they'd been walking on red
hot gridirons! Ii this amt there, where
IS it9'
Its a place. called Blossombank, "
said Stout; "owned by the Eyanses,
where you were taken in
And done for" groaned the man.
How in time am going TO walk on
these feet? They are solid blister.
How came i here, anyway" he roared
Stout got up and shut the door, and
lelsurely told him, enjoying his sketch
OF his little neighbor, Mrs. Rose, and
the by-play of tn rest OF the family
Drunk, by graciousr' said the pa
tent Who'd have thought quart of
cider would do all that? But you never
can tell what cider on top of CLANS will
do; remember that, young man. Es-
peciaIly when it Is seven years old.
guess there was little stone fence in
that cider"
IA little" said Stout. dryly. "At
least thought so when we brought you
Anybody but meddlesome fool
would have let me alone. However,
good Samaritan sort of people Lere.
bandage,
sort of new at it," said Stout.
Good playthng, that sort of thing.
Outgrow it when they find Just about
how grateful folks are"
They Ii find just about how grateful
l ann said the stranger. Setting
every drop of blood in my BODY into
blazes! We half mind to set fire to
their old rookery of a house What did
you say it was called?"
"Blossombank. Tom Evans. Won
know; held in his wife's name. Mrs.
Rose
IL m! HIM! Little woman, yellow
curls, brown eyes? I've seen her some
tlm's going by-looks like my Nell
that died; and they thought had apo
pleXy, said the stranger, after a pause
And didn know me from side of a
sole-lcatherP And had me fetched into
their house for better or worse? That's
about the breadth of it."
About, said Stout
Put up my horsep"
Certain. "
Look here. l suppose for fifty cents
you go out and put my horse in, and
help me to limp along? Curse the luck!
! should think I'd been raked upon a
bed of hot Goals! That's n Christian
fellow! II IN! Pen and ink round
hereP he asked, gazing about. Him!
Leave EN- line to tell 'em what |
think OF their tearing the skin off the
soles OF my feet, and you give it to EN-
In the morningun
IL don't want to be hurting Mrs.
rose feelings said Stout 1--WE
N'ANSA llhC Jlc ENdnScS.
~ on do as you're bid, and no aues-
tons asked. You don't get fifty cents
every day for that. Therer And he
hung down the pen he had been using,
and left folded paper in Stout's hand
ANA then Stout put his shoulder under
tne indignant persons arms, and helped
MN through the dining room and
passages and kitchens, and out the
PACK door and into his wagon, hitched
IN the morse, took the fifty-cent piece.
Dade the stranger goodnight, and re-
turned and laid the folded paper at
what he judged ought to be Mrs. Roses
pace at the breakfast table, which
y ;hahHy' with her customary provision,
II III Ialu overnight, after clearing off the
fragments OF the previous banquet
IL was at the peep Of day that Mrs.
nose, throwing. on her wrapper, thrust
her feet into her little slippers. and
crept downstairs. Her ewes were bnt
nan open but they sprang wider at the
vision of the reception-r0om. Stont's
chhr was empty, the cot was emptv
the bcd-clotheS were tossed about tho
carpet was strewn with dried mustard
plasters and torn bandlgcs and pins
and strings sacred reception-rooml
For an instant she stared about her.
ana then sprang for the back door
1t was open; the yard was empty. She
bolted the door, and came back through
the ng-rOOm i'm bewildermcnt over
the abstraction of this dying paralvtic.
and her eyes fell on the folded uaper
and she paused
DO you think Mrs. Rose was a fool
that she should not know what tbat
paper meant when she looked IL over2
liad she not figured TO herself a thou
SAND times how such paper would
look when their ship came i'm? Tho
apparitiOn that flashed through Sa~ab's
room and Mary's room, and would
nave liked 10 run over TO Louisa and
startle grandmother. and tina. wound
up proceedings i'm her own room. was
uourishHng legal document and CRYING
OUT And ne Das am Angel i'm Dis0iIise7
ana i said so. and what do Won think
TINS is' Tom. oh. Tom IL is our mort
gage, and 10 is discharged And hat
man was the man that held H.. and nc
had cancelled the whole thing. and
with his thanks too think Of III And
on can you call that anything else than
an angel -'
In disguises' said Tom. presontv
"hen She bad her breath again and the
rapture was m1mcutar.ly sGlled. Ger
tanly not Mrs Rose, and I'm spita Of
my gratitude ! must admit. very much
in a gu.sc. Hurrick PrcscoH CpoC
tord. ne Jumpers Bazur
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