Telegram-herald., 1891-03-08

up that ls must die. lie ~as positive
tn4l al tie IS gaat eseapea fgon Fan-
tt3Ta's COX ba4 found permanent lodg
iAgs in uls system. ielllg me toys ~
tie Ciuce tuAt be Was s.Ck aGo leaving
A loa distractions tol tie GAy, ae weat
t1ne- lis o.ta mef uiui ~ tfs door,
pale 4nd ANXIOUS "Nasg'a ice matter,
dear are you s.eke
'-sies 4" said al, n sioala rhink l WAS
Tan pretty near dead"
Ia less than an nour the attentive
" Ie had located all nis aches and pans,
and had applied a remedy - each one.
hls feet bad been parhoiled. hls lnter-
Aal economy had been ioftilud with
ayt WHISKY quinlue AID catnarucs,
and he l4y Ia Ued buried unaer a
mountain oI clothes, WITH Il mustard
plaster oa ias chest aul lag OF hot
water across L.s stomach.
lne s.ck msu dropped into quiet
siumDer. while his wife watched over
nln with unerrIng Vigilance. Size
went - tae iadoW and looked out INTO
tue oheesless street. Toe ar was filled
With flying slow, and he March wind
swept past with Il desolate moan, SWAY
ing tle great elm tree ln the front yard
- tuat u leatiess lImbs clawed and
tlattered ike bony, skeleton fingers
against the SIDE OF the house. She
was thinking how lonely u wOnld be TO
be left II dow IN mIdwluter, and pic-
tured poor John grown stitf and cold.
and being carried out feet ilrst 10 be
buried under the snow.
made her start and then an agonlzed
cry, Clara Clara =" came from the
SICK mans lips. Sne was 1T the bedside
III second. Bronson was gnastly pale
and ms ashen face was covered with
beads OF persprauon.
Clara, my poor glr., you must not
grieye for me, but | feel that | am
dying. | have but 4 few moments To
live. Ny life IS almost at an end"
The poor wife wrung her hands In an
agony of grief, "Oh. what shall l do,
what stall | dor' she cried.
You might send for some one to
make my Will; l think there will be
time"
"Whom shall send for?''
send Tor sam Clay; he and were
old chums.'
"You must have a dobtor," said
the wife. This may be a mere faint.
ing spell"
''No, This is No sinking Spell.
4 large blood vessel has parted and
can feel my life blood slowly ebbing
away. II 1t will be any satisfaction to
you, send for DR.. Wood. He knows
my constitution. | am past all earthly
aid"
A messenger boy was quickly dis
patched for the doctor and attorney,
and the stricken wife returned to the
bedside of her dying husband.
Clara" said he husklly, 81 have
tried to be a good husband to you"
"Yes, dear, know you have"
"But feel now," he resumed "that
i have made some mistakes. | believe
| Will rest easier IN my grave If con-
fess some of my peccadlllas."
"Never mind, dear" said the wife IN
n soothing tone. II don't care to
know"
But must tell you" continued the
dying man, Il feel il my duty"
VERY well, then, | am listening
He Makes Dying Confession.
"You know that | promised you a
seal skin cloak at Christmas time.
went down town on Christmas eve with
$3.50 IN my pocket to get one had bar
gained for at Miners. | came home at
8 o'clock IN the morning and told you
my pocket had been picked"
Yes"
ThO ,ras h,rJ .to~-
now. but the dying man went bravely
on. Il thought that you ought to- have
something better than the cloak | had
selected, and | made up my mind you
should have It. | felt that fortune was
with me, so went down to Boorhem' 5
Iron-clad investment parlors and tried
\ turn at faro. Luck was against me
and lost every cent" The icy-crus,ed
snow in front of the house crunched
under hurrylng footsteps and in n
moment the expected visitors were in
the room. The doctors CHEEKY voice
was husky with emotion, as he said
Bronson, my poor fellow, what's the
trouble?"
The dying mans face was white as
the pillow upon which be lay and his
breath came IN short gasps. 1--WE rup-
tured a bl0Odyessel doctor. and | am
The doctor stepped quickly to the
bed and turned down the clothes. HIS
first exclamation was rather startling,
and then 4 broad grin spread over MS
face. 'BronsOo." SAID he, "I've seen
fools before. and I've been fooled my
self. bat this affair beats the record.
Why. man. there IS nothing at all the
matter with YOU. That lte gore Of
yours IS all In ia proper place. The
trouble = that the cork has come out
Of that blessed old hot water bag and
the water has run out and gwen you
and the bsd gooi dFenChng
"Under she circumstances, said Mr..
Clay. Il suppose you viii defer the
making Of your viii indefinitely
81 tAnS 50. replied Bronson with a
ghastlY smile.
II thinS yen would better do ltnow. :"
said Mrs. Bronson, With a cast-IFon Fing
IN her voice. He shook his head aud
TheIwo visitors waIk-d ous
They we're half wav down the hall
when a sm0tbsred scream OF agony
came from the SICK ro0m.
"wou.dn't We better 20 back asked
Mr. Cay.
"Y0a may ( you wish. replied the
doctor. "hut I have a family 20 look
after The poet says Hell has no
fury Ike = woman wno has been bsnl-
boosted. and Ill take his word for I. -
Mr. Cav did rot 20 hack. and when
Dlnah. tie wsrt-eye1 Ethiopian, came
into toe room t0 make things tidy. she
swept up a big handful Of sandy hair
and two hsndsful OF csrst-coiorsd
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