Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-01-07
"FROM THE HOSPITAL.

10 thOse VINO receive the angel I'M
awaresr
And MIR. Dibble rubbed his hands and
looked smilingly around upon the men,
bers of the Young Ladies' Aid Associa-
ton, while very preceptible murmur
OF assent rose up from this aggregate
collection Of curls, bangs. frizzed hair,
and crimped laces.
Not damsel in thenumber but would
gladly have extended her gracious hos
pitality to the Rev. Felix Amory, who
was to preach sermon in aid of Home
Helps and Missions" at the village
church upon the coming Sunday eve
ming.
Pm sure, said Miss Lidia Larkspur.
promptly anticipating the crisis, papa
would be most happy to receive the gen
TENANT
While all the other ladies looked in
dignantly first at Miss Lidia then Mt
each other, and whispered, Bold
thingr'
Most kind of you to promise it, |
am sure, said Mr. Dibble, and so the
matter was settled, not at all to the gem
eral satisfaction.
And Lidia Larkspur went home, and
issued orders that the parlor curtains
should be washed and ironed, and a
pound-cake of the richest nature con-
cocted.
While Kate Duer, the doctors sister,
who was as fond of young clergymen as
Lidia herself, and would in no wise have
objected to varying the monotony of her
home life with a spice of ecclesiastical
novelty, returned to her crochet-work
with yawn and general impression
that life was bore
1--WE are to have a young lecturer
from the city in the church on Sunday
evening"" she said to her brother when
he hustled into dinner.
"Eh?" said DR. Duer, swallowing his
scalding soup; ''are we? BY the way,
Kate, there's new case of smallpox
among those hands on the rail-
way enbankmentn
Dear met said Kate. who was COM
pounding refreshing salad in carved
wooden bowl; Il hope you keep well
vaccinated, Hugh
''Oh, there's no trouble about thatl"
said the doctor; "only the other pa
tents in the hospital object to such a
case"
Il should think it very likely" said
Kate, with little m0ue
II must try TO isolate him some
where said DR.. Duer thoughtfully.
''In one of those stone houses by the
river, perhaps. Old Mrs. Viggers has
had the disease. know"
And then DR.. Duer tasted the salad
and pronounced it first-rate.
Piteherville was all on the qui oice
that day when the doublc-shotted piece
Of tidings flew, on the tongue of popular
rumor, through the town. An actual
smallpox case in their midst, and q
young minister coming all the way from
New York to appeal to their sympathies
on behalf of home missions"
II wonder if it is contagiousw said
old Mrs. McAdam. looking very round
eyed through her spectacles.
''Contagiousn said Mrs. Emmons; ''it
ought to find its way into every home in
our village"
What cried Mrs. McAdam; 1.-THE
NO; certainly not said Mrs. En-
mons; 1.-The sympathetic movement in
favor of home missions"
And then everyone laughed. Mrs.
McAdam looked puzzled, and Mrs. En-
mons drew herself up and remarked
that sit was very irreverent to laugh at
sacred things"
But Miss Lidia Larkspur, whose father
II III N hoItnx-n Il, x-onninn4fAn nj RIB
had a mortal horror of the disease
against which the famous Jenner waged
so successful warfare, was much trou-
bled in her mind.
I've always had sort of Fremont
ton that should fall victim to the
sighed she. II only wish
pa would let me be vaccinatedr'
1t was on sultry August evening, the
sky full of lurid clouds, the air charged
with glittering arrows of electricity, and
the big drops beginning to knock at
Miss Lidia's door-a most mysterious
tap, as she afterwards declared.
who's there?" said Miss Lidia, OPEN
ing it sufficiently to obtain glimpse of
q tall pale man with pocket-handker-
chief folded turbanwise around his
head.
Excuse me-" said this apparition,
"but believe have lost my way. Might
| ask shelter from the shower? am the
young man from the hospital
Certainly moi" said Miss Lidia, clos
ing the door abruptly in his face, with
a little shrek. Good gracious! have |
stood face to face with the--small-pox
case?"
And then she ran for the servant
and the camphor-bottle, and went into
Mysteries.
Mrs. Printemps lived in the next
house-a picturesque cottage, overhung
with Virginia-creepers, with little
plaster cast of Cupid in the garden, and
a great many bluebells and carnations
IA Young widow who read all the new
est books and sometimes wrote gushing
poems for the second-rate monthlies.
Mrs. Printemps imagined herself like
the gifted and unfortunate Mary Queen
of Scots. and dressed up to the part, as
far as ninetcenth-century prejudices
would allow hcr-and she was seated
by the easement, trying to find rhyme
to suit most accommodating line of
poetry, when the tall pale stranger APP
peared under her window. ''inr all the
world as Mrs. PrinteInps subsequently
expressed il. like troubador, or David
Rizzio himself
Excuse me. madame" he began,
.'but | am from the hospital, and
my goodness mer' calculated Mrs.
jumping to her feet; chow
dare YOU come here and tell me that to
my face? Why don't they isolate you?"
Madame" said the surprised
stranger.
Go awayr' said Mrs. Printemps,
banging down her window and boiling
it noisilv. 'Betsy''-to her girl-'run
across the meadow to Mrs. Underlay's
and tell her that the smallpox case is
rampaging all over the country, trying
to get people to let him in, and she isn't
to open the door on any account And
stop at DR.. Duer's and ask him what
sort of sanitary regulation he calls this
kind of thingP"
I'm afraid I'll meet him. menu
said Betsy, getting behind the side
board; land | amt been vaccinated for
seven wears, and"
'.Nonsense!'' said Mrs Priptenlps.
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