The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1888-07-20

gfoWleu:
"Who is there? ?"
II am Wort Kartif's wife"
"The cracknel-maker from Val Kar,
niou?"
YES; and if you don't come he'll
die"
well, then, you'll be a widow"
Here are twenty fretZers"-
what! twenty f~retzers to go to Val
Karniou, four kertses hence"
For Gods sake, GOMEZ"
eco to the devil" And, with an
oath, the window was again slammed.
''Twenty fretzers !" muttered he; what
an idea! Run the risk of catching cold
or alumbagO for such a sum-, when one
| has to attend tomorrow morning the
| gouty-but wealthy-Edzingov, at
Kiltrens, whose ailment is worth fifty
f~retzers a visit"
With this pleasant prospect, Doctor
Trifulgas sought his bed and went TO
sleep as SoundIy as ever
Rap, rap, rap!
Three blows from the knocker, struck
with a firm hand, have this time added
their rattle to the noise of the storm.
The doctor, startled from his sleep, got
up in 4 towering passion. On opening
his window the hurricane came in like
O whirlwind.
It's for the cracknel-maker"-
What, again that wretch?"
Il am his mother"
May his mother, wife, and daughter
all die with him."
"'TiS a ft"-
"Ay, and a tight one, no doubt, " chuck
led the doctor.
1--WE have a little money" said the
old woman, ian installment 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 a husband
and myself without q son."
1t was heartrending and horrible to
hear the old bags voice, and to think
that the wind froze the blood in her 7eins,
and drenched the very bones under her
skin.
"a fit, say you? The fee two hun
dred fretzers, rejoined the heartless
leech.
"We have but one hundred and
twenty"
Good night, them" 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 q minute
1t 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 q pair of
thick waterproof boots, mufied him
self up in a large oyercoat, put on his
and sou'wester, and, leaving the
lamp lighted on the tablenear his Codex
at page 1877, pushed open the
door of the Six-Four, and appeared lon
the threshold.
The old crone was there, leaning
stick, her frame emaciated by eighty
years of misery.
THE money, " said he.
Here; and may God return it a hun
dred foldp
"God?-the money of God? Has any
one seen its color?"
The doctor whistled Hurzof, put a
lantern in the logs mouth, and
bent his steps toward the sea. The old
bag trudged on behind.
Good heavens, what weather! The
bells of Saint Philflene 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 5cience-exeept for what il brings
him in. What weather, to be sure, and
what a roadl Nothing but single and
single slippery like sea-weed
and the Stag crisp as ciinker. And no
light to see by than a tremulous
from Hurzofs lantern. AT hines
fantastic figures seemed to
loss in the flames that swell from the
mouth Of the Vanglor. There is really
no telling what lies at the bottom Of
those inscrutable craters. Perhaps the
souls of the underworld, that volatilize /
on reaching our atmosphere.
The doctor and the old bag followed
The line Of coast that runs in and out 81
the small bays along the shore. The
sea is Of livid Wilderness, and sparkles
as its pillows hurtle the phosphores-
fringe Of surf that seems to pour
on wave of glow worms unon the
beach.
Thus both rush on TIL thev reach a
bend in the road between two swelling
whore tbs broom and sea-rushes
their bIales together, like so
many bayonets.
The dog has drawn nearer to his mas
ter. and seems to say:
"Wel, What think your A hundred
and twenty fretzers to place under lock
and key ia the safel That's the way to
build up a fortunel IT'S ANOTHER piece
Of ground added to the vine ~encIosurei
Another dish added to the evening
Another bowl Of food for faith |
fui HuEzofl Nothing like attending
rich patients and Ioosening their purse
strings
At this point the old woman stopped.
She directed q finger, which shook like
age, toward a red light some way Of in
the gloom-the house Of Wort Kartif,
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