The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-10-26

through the consultation it's bout all expect to do"
 She received the three doctors with stoicAl calm ness and replied to all their questions in a meek and feeble voice.
 "PleAsc put out your tongue, ma'am," said Dr. Peevy, while Dr. Hobbson felt her pulse, with his eyes fixed on his immense silver watch. Then Mrs Moll was nut through such a long catechism of questions, and subjected t1 uch humping of the chest and poundns oC tho bar that her "feebe stren'th" was subje~ eec -e-ere strain.
 | The examination of the patient lasted i-- full hour, and then the trio of physicians withdrew to consult together.
 "Supposing we walk out into the orchard, Bro- ther Peevy, suggested Dr. Philbrick. "Im afraid the murmur of our voices will make the patient nervous, she's in the next room. It pears to me like mighty serious case" "She does seem to be pretty bad off," acquiesced Dr. Peevy, as he put on his hat in accordance with Dr. Philbrick's suggestion that the consultation be held in the coolness and stiffness Of the old or- chard, a short distance in the of the house. No sooner were the doctors out of the house than Mrs. MOll called Aunt 'Cindy. And Aunt 'Cindy appeared.
 "Wheres Pliny2" asked Mrs. Moll. al see him goin' out toward the medder lot when the doctors come," replied Aunt 'Cindy. "He seemed to be too worrited and oneasy stay in the house while this here powwow was goin' on He's been like fish out of water sence he knew 1t was goin' to be-"
 "Pore man, pore man !" said Mrs. Moll. "Itll be hard on him to give me up, but he's got 1t to do. My stren'th is goin' faster and faster every day. l wisht you'd tell Pliny l want him, and then I'd like you to make me some billed apple dumpn's and bile me piece of cabbage. Pm 90 fagged out Pve got to have somethin nourishin for dinner"
 There stood in the meadow lot a solitary oak tree, to the shade of which Pliny always withdrew when he was in the mood for solitary reflection, and he always came thither in his hours of deepest dejecton. He seemed to find sympathy and  1t had been told all the joys and sorrows of his | life.
 The good man was almost beside himself on this bright and peaceful June day. There some thing too ominous in the presence of those three grave and gloomy faced doctors that MT. Moll could not stay under the same roof with them, and he had fled to the oak-tree to remain there until they had gone Never had he been more depressed in regard to Mrs Mo "Pm afeerd they'll do her no good" he said, with his handkerchief to his eyes he lay under the branches of the tree. Nothing but marace will help Becky now, and the age of maracles is gone. Poor Becky l" and little Mir. Moll was weeping softly in his red cotton handkerchief when Aunt 'Cindy found him. Aunt 'Cindy was A woman of no little force of character, and she thought that there were not many occasions when a man was justified in giving way to tears She certainly did not regard this as one of these rare occasions; therefore, she said sharply:
 "Well, Pln Mol you ain't bellerin'? What for2
 If there's anything to cry fer aint seen 1t nor yit heerd itl"
 70 'Cindy !" was all Pliny said in reply to this "What do they say bout Becky? Has she lived through it?"
 "Well, she's alive enough to want cabbage and dumplins for dinner, so l reckon there's little vitality left. The doctors are powwowin' out in the orchard, and Becky wants you" | Aunt 'Cindy had not come directly from the house to the meadow. She had stopped at the barn to see if she could find some new laid eggs for ha ms she had stopped to dig open hill of early potatoes to see if they were likely to be large enough for Fourth of July dinner that some little time had elapsed since she left the house.