The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-08-31

plan fully, and after some reflection the doctor agreed to help her with all his skill and confidence. He opened his medicine box and selected therefrom several parcels, and from these he made up twelve little dark k-colored powders.
 "Now, they won't be dangerous doctor7" said Mrs. B., with much solicitude.
 "Not in the least Only call me in season. But on the conarary, think they will do him good"
 That evening MT. Blowhard had another party, but before the party arrived, MT. B. took one of those mysterious powders in a cup of tea. The party lasted until after midnight, and when MT. B. went up to his chamber he would have got into bed without undressing If his wife had not sug- gested to him the propriety of removing his gar ments. So he took of his coat and vest, and his pants, but he forgot his boots. His wife removed these, however and he only slept in his dicky and cravat. On the next morning another of these quaint little powders went into his cup of coffee, and another went into his second. He ate nothing, for he had no appetite, but he drank any quantity of scalding hot coffee-and medicine.
 At noon Mir Blowhard returned from his store earlier than usual He looked quite pale, and com- planed of being sick, and after attempting to eat some dinner, but without accomplishing 1t, he laid down on the sofa. At first he thought he was affected only by Arrangement consequent on his last nights debauch, but he soon began to experi- ence sensations he had never before felt. He felt very sick and weak, and there oppressive feeling about the region othe heart that frightened him.
 "Deborah," he said addressing his wife, "I feel very badly"
 "Alas !" groaned she, eff you feel half 90 bad AS look, you must feel bad indeed O, I never saw you look SO before. Such a dreadful look about the eyes!"
 "we must send for Doctor Didymus," the groan- ing man said.
 "Yes, and we must send for him very quickly, too."
 "Then send, for mercy's sake, send"
 The doctor was accordingly sent for, and when he arrived he found MT. Blowhard upon the sofa.
 "Ah, doctor, Pm glad you've come" groaDed the sufferer.
 70, what in mercy's name makes him look SOP" asked the half-trantic wife, wringing her hands with the most admirable alarm imaginable.
 But the doctor did not answer. He sat down and felt the sick mans pulse, and then gravely shook his head.
 "What Is 1t, doctor?" whispered Mir B.
 "I cannot tell you now," he replied, with the most solemn meaning. "I will leave you some medicine, and to- morrow morning I will come while you have strength. And" he continued, turning to Mrs. B., "you must see that he Is kept as quiet possible. Do not allow the least noise to be made about the place. nor allow the children to play about under the windows Every thing may depend upon his being kept quiet"
 pr. Didymus dealt out the medicine and gave 1t into the hands of the wife, and after giving few more very explicit charges he took his leave. MT. BlowhArd had to be helped up to his cham ber and when he was finally got into bed, his wife tucked him up, and then went to prepare the medicine. The poor sufferer was dreadfully frightened and his wife did not fail to make every thing appear in its worst light. Yet she was faithful. He passed painful, sleepless night, and early in the morning the doctor came again. The man of medicine sat down and felt of the invalids pulse-then he examined the tongue-then placed his the region of the heart, and lastly he tapped on his breast most mysteriously.
 "Doctor, what ails me2" feebly whispered Blow hard.
 "Do you feel pain in the head?" the physician asked, without seeming to heed the question that had been asked.
 70, dreadful"
 "Yes"
 "And sharp pains about the heart?"
 "Yesn