The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1890-07-31

amazement for perhapsa minute. 'Dash
u al, we've always been chums, and
naturally thought you But, Of
course, It's no matter" ho broko on
rather huAily.
Darrell laid aside his pipe-it had been
out for some time-and rose to his feet
The freight flashed full on his face, and
Carruthers exclaimed hastily;
II say, old chap, are you IN" By Jovei
you look uncommonly queerI"
"m-no," said the other, speaking
seemingly with an effort "Pvo felt
rather done up all day, though, some.
how. l think III 90 to bed"
Leslie noticed next morning that Oar
ren was unusually silent, even for him,
and he was never Q talkAtivo fellow.
She also noticed that his breakfast con-
sisted Of half q cupof coffee and nothing
more They breakfasted In tho sittlng
room that morning, for the kitchen
chimney had taken to smoking violently.
II say, Lance" said Carruthers, when
the meal was over, and Leslie had fitted
away to the kitchen, ''are you afraid Of
the provisions giving out altogether, that
you took no breakfast We've still
enough for q day or two. Miss Heath
found two more tins Of tongue thismorn-
ing"
"No, Il isn't that, !" said Darrell, who
was leaning back In his chair, looking
wretchedly white and Ill "But have
. most internally sore throat, and feel %
completely done up can scarcely move.
Don't worry me, there's q good fellow.
And don't say anything to Miss Heath"
But Miss Heath saw for herself that
Darrell was looking very III, and that a.
tho day advanced he looked worse. His
voice, too, grew hoarse and thick, and
finally almost inaudible.
"You have got shocking cold, have
you notT she said, looking down at him
anxiously as he eat shivering over the
Gro In the winter dusk.
"Yes, I suppossI have" he answered,
trying to smile. II feel regularly
fioored."
Some hours later, when Iaalie had left
the room to See about supper, Darrell
rose suddenly.
'T say, Gilbert" he said faintly, 81
can't sit up any longer. I feel awfu1ly
III; and I don't want any supper. Make
my excuses to Miss Heath, win your
Poor old chapl you do look bad, !" said
Carruthers in concerned voice. ''Is it
your throatT'
Partly. Besides, I am horribly sick"
"Have some brandy" suggested the
other.
"No, thanks. can't swallow any.
thing" And ho went languidly out Of
tho room
So Gilbert and Leslie had tete-a-tete
dinner, and rather silent one.
Darrell was very III all night, and In
the morning was quite unfit to leave his
bed
II can't get him to take anythlng,"
said Carruthers to Leslie, after breakfast
Il tried to give him teaspoonful Of
brandy-he's been 90 sick, you know;
but ! don't think he can swallow at oil
now. And he seems 90 awfully weak;
he can hardly lift his head. can't un-
derStand his losing strength 90 in the
time"
~ hope Il Is not diphtheria," !" said Les
Lie, speaking almost In . whisper, and
turning very pale. ut begins just In
that way. And 1t Il such swift, insid-
ious thing. had cousin who died Of
It; and she was only III q few dayR"
II don't know what 10 H." said Car.
ruthers gloomily. II don't like his
looks, anyway. His throat has been bad
for some days, he says, but he thought
Il would pass of"
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