Dodge City times., 1890-06-06

look back n: me. miss: I'm not joking. A
suicide with razor in his hand has gen
orally one chance in his razOr-he IS i?
porant of anatomy. That is my lords
case. He has only cut through the upper
feshy part of his throat, and has missed
the Larger blood vessels. Take my word
for it, he will do well enough now; thanks
to you thanks to me, and thanks to his
own ignorance What do you say to that
way of putting it, Ha! my brains happen
to be in good working order today: ]
haven't been drinking any Of Mr.. Mount
joys claret-dO you take the JOKE, Miss
lIenle,
Chuckling over the recollection Of his
own drunken audacity, he happened to no
ticc Fanny Mere.
In want of mes You're rs white "a sheet,
miss II you're going to faint, do me
favor-wait till l can get the brandy bot
tie Oh IFS natural to you, is II, l see.
A thick skin and slow circuiation: you
will live to be an old woman. A friend
of yours. Miss Henley,"
Fanny answered cOmpOsedly for herself:
81 am Miss Henlcy's maid, SIR"
"What become of the other One." MI.
Vimpany asked Aye. aver Staying at
A farm house for the benefit Of her health,
is she. IL had been allowed time enough,
l would have made Il cure OF Rhoda Ben
net There isn't a medical man in En-
YlDnO WHO kUOWS LOEc thau L uo VI VIC
nervous maladies of wOmen-and what is
nv reward, Is NV waiting-roOm cram
med with rich people coming to consult
me, Do live in Il fashionable Squaref
Have even been made BlrOnet, Damn
it beg yOur pardon. Miss Henley-but
It is irritating, to q man OF nv capacity. to
BE- completely neglected. For the last
three da, not creature has darkened the
doors of this house. Could say a word
to yon."
He led Iris mysteriously into corner of
the room. about our friend down -stairsf''
he began.
when may we hope that he will be
well again, Mr.. Vimpany!"
Maybe in three weeks In month Mt
most l have nobody here but q stupid
servant-girl. We ought to have cOmpe-
tent nurse. can get thoroughly trained
person from the hospital; but there's a lit
tie difficulty. am an OutspOken man.
When am poor, l own ! am poor. My
lord must be well fed; the nurse must be
well fed. Would yOu mind advancing .
small loan. to provide beforehand for the
payment of expenses
Iris handed her purse to him. sick of the
sight of Mr. Vimpany. ''Is that all." she
asked, making for the door.
Mick obliged. That's ALL.
AS they approached the room on the
ground floor Iris stopped: her eyes rested
on the uOctOF. Even " tlIJ COiTSt cTed-
ture the eloquent look spoke for her.
Fanny noticed it aud suddenly turned her
head aside Over the maids white face
there passed darkly an expression Of un-
utterable contempt. Her mistress weak
ness had revealed itself-weakness for one
of the betrayers of women; weakness fOs
man. In the mean time, Mr.. Vimpany
(having got the money was ready to hu.
NOR the enviable young lady with well
filed purse.
ID you want to see my lord before
yOu go?" he asked, amused Mt the idea.
MIND. you must not disturb him! No
talking and no crying. Ready, Now,
look ut him."
There he lay on a shabby little sofa, in
an ugly little room; his eyes closed; one
helpless hand hanging down: a stiffness on
his ghastly face, horribly suggestive Of
the stiffness of death-there he lay, the
reckless victim of his love for the woman
who had desperately renounced him again
and again, who had now saved him for
the third time. All, how her treacher-
Gus heart pleaded for him! Can you
drive him away from you after this: You
who love him. what does your coid-blood-
ed prudence say, when you look at him
uowi
She felt herself drawn, roughly and sud-
denly. back into the passage. The door
was closed: the doctor was whispering
to her. Hold up, miss! l expected bet
ter things of you. Come! come!-nO faint