The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-05-28
CHATTER VIZ


Tnat hirples swift as can ride!
The shadow of the night, my lord,
Then wheel my horse against the foe!
He's down and overpast my lord
Ye war against the sunset glow;
The darkness gathers fast. my lord.
The Fightof Heriot's Ford.
toThis is cheerful life" said Dick, some
days later. ''1orp's away; Bessie hates
me; I can't get at the notion of the Melan-
cola; GIaisies letters are scrappy, and I be-
lieye I have indigestion. What gives a
man pains across his head and spots before
his eyes. Binkie? Shall us take some liver
pilisso
Dick had just gone through lively scene
with Bessie She had for the fftieth time,
reproached him for sending Torpenhow
away. She explained her enduring hatred
for Dick and made it clear to him that she
only sat for the sake of his money. "And
Mr. Torpenhow's ten times a better man
than you, . she concluded.
esHe is. That's why he went away 1
should have stayed and made love to you"
The girl sat with her chm on her hand,
Sowing ITO me! I'd like to catch you!
If wasn't afraid o. being hung I'd kill you
That's what I'd do. D'you believe me?"
Dick smiled YEARLY It is not pleasant to
live in the company of a notion that will not
work out a fox terrier that cannot talk,
and woman who talks too much. He would
have answered, but at that moment there
unrolled itself from one corner of the studio
a veil as it were, of the flmiest gauze.
Dick rubbed his eyes, but the gray haze
would not go.
'"rhis is disgraceful indigestion. Binkie,
we will go to a medicineman. We can't
have our eyes interfered with, for by those
we get our bread; also mutton bones for
little dogs"
He was an affable local practitioner with
white hair, and he said nothing till Dick
i" began to describe the gray film in the studio,
eve all want little patching and re-
pairing from time to time" he chirped.
''Like ship, my dear sir-exactly like a
ship Sometimes the hull is out Of order,
and we consult the surgeon; sometimes the
rigging, and then advise; sometimes the
engines, and we go to the brain specialist;
sometimes the lookout on the bridge is
tired, and then we see an oculist. l should
recommend you to see an oculist A
little patching and repairing from tine to
time is all we want An oculist, by all
means"
Dick sought an oculist-the best in Lon
don. He was certain that the local practl-
toner did not know anything about his
trade, and more certain that Maisie would
laugh at him if he had to take to spectacles.
1--WE neglected the warnings of my
stomach too long. Hence these spots be-
fore the eyes, Binlie. can see as well as
I ever could"
AS he entered the hall that led to the
consulting room man cannoned against
him. Dick saw the face as it hurried into
the street.
That's the writer-type. He has the
same modelling of the forehead as Torp. He
looks sick Probably heard something he
didn't like"
Even as he thought, a great fear came up
on him, fear that made him hold his breath
as he walked into the oculist's waiting
room, with the heavy carved furniture, the
dark-g green paper, and the sober-hued prints
on the wall, He recognized reproduction
of one Of his own sketches.
Many people were waiting their turn be-
fore him. His eye was caught by a flaming
red-and-gold Christmas carol book. Little
children came to that eye doctor ana they
needed large-type amusement.
THAT'S idolatrous bad artn hes said,
drawing the book toward himself. From
the anatomy of the angels, it has been made
in Germany" He opened it mechanically,
and there leaped to his eyes a verse printed
in red ink:
The next good JOY that Mary had,
1t was tue joy of three,
To see her good Son Jesus Christ
Making the blind to see;
Making the blind to see, good Lord,
And happy may we be,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
To all eternity
Dick read and reread the verse till
his turn came, and the doctor was bend
ing above him, seated in an armchair.
The blaze of a gas-microscope in his eyes
made him vince. The doctors hand touched
the scar of the sword cut on Dicks head,
and Dick explained briefly how he had come
by it. When the fame was removed Dick
saw the DOCTORS face, and the fear came
upon him again. The doctor wrapped him
self in mist of words Dick caught al
lusions to oscar" frontal BONE" ''optic
nerve, y extreme caution, and the 'savoid-
ance of mental anxiety"
''Verdict?" he said, family. my bust
ness is painting, and daren waste time.
What do you make of it?"
Again the whirl of words, but this time
they conveyed meaning.
''Can you give me anything to drink?"
Many sentences were pronounced in that
dark room and the prisoners often needed
cheering. Dick found glass of liqueur
brandy in his hand.
Gas far as I can gather" he said, cough
ing above the spirit, '.you call it decay of
the optic nerve, or something and therefore
hopeless. What is my time limit, avoiding
all strain and worry?"
sePer6aps one year."
myselfs"
81 really could not say. One cannot as
certain the exact amount of injury inflicted
by the sword cut The scar is an old one,
and-exposure to the strong light of the
desert did you sav?- -Sssith excessive appli-
cation to fine work! freshly could not say
81 beg your pardon, but It has come with
out warning. If you will let me, I'll sit
here for a moment, and then HI go. You
have been very good in telling me the truth.
Without any warning without any warning.
Thanks
Dick went into the street, and was rap