Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1892-02-15

mistake and then go to church and get
put out?
Watch oil comes from the jaw of the
porpolse. 1t is prepared by a special
process, and men who are deaf do the
work so that they cannot hear it think.
You do not need much of it. A quart
will lubricate IS, SOC. 600 journals. Think
of that, and then remember how much
fat it will take to lubricate the journals
Of New York city alone next fall.
But have drifted into statistics and
incidentally into politics.
Some sad stories indeed might be told
of the ravages of the grip in New York
if we could know them all and tell them
to the world
One evening | had rooms-it was
| really room-one of those portable
rooms which is attached to a suite and
used then as cloakroom, but let sepa-
rately sometimes to jayish travellers and
furnished with flexible trundle bed
but refer to it as rooms because | do
not care very much how live if can
make the public believe that loll in the
lap of luxury till it causes adverse crit
| ciSm.
could hear the conversation in the
next room. In fact, could not avoid
| it. | cannot wear cotton in my ears all
the time, as high as cotton is now, and
so | was obliged to hear the pathetic
| words that came TO me over the transom
| and through the walls.
There was little, dry, hard cough and
a sigh of pain after it; then woman's
! broken voice:
| Her cough is tighter tonight, Char
| lie. 1t is dryer and her temperature is
! greater, dear. Oh, what shall we 60?
What shall we do:-poor darlingr
Somehow thought of my own home
| and wondered if the little folks there
were well tonight, so many cold, weary
miles away in the old north state.
Then tile mans voice said in deep,
rich tones:
81 think it is the crisis with her, dear -
! Then the little cough once more and a
patient little moan that died away in a
/ sigh. If she can get through the night
we may hope for an improvement tomor-
row, Clara. See, she is going to sleep
| now"
| Then there was a long hush, but after
! ward came the cough-that cough that
hurts parents heart worse than it could
the child, it seems Then little whim-
per of pain and then the voice of the al
| most sobbing woman:
! ''What would we do without her,
Charlie? What would we do without
her? She is all we have. icould not go
home again without her and leave her
/ here. What would we do, Charlie:
What would we dO?'
began to feel uncomfortable. Icould
! not bear to hear this sort of talk. | can
not stand such things. smoked a large
brunette pipeful of the ablest tobacco |
! could get hold of and walked the floor
1t was terrible. | could not read. |
could not write. When the dry. quick
: cough, and the sigh, and the woman S
sob came | got so | started and turned
pale, and if it had not been too late at
night would have left the room alto
gether.
! You must give her the medicine now
1t is II o'clock, and she had it before at
] 10. Be brave, dear heart. Have cour-
! age. Others have passed through even
I deeper sorrow. Clara" came the deep,
! earnest, comforting voice of the hus-
, band. Life and death are not in our
hands. We can only do our best and be
ready for the worst"
could not endure this. | am of too
sympathetic a nature. rang the bell,
intending to order my room changed,
but got ashamed of myself before the
! boy came and told him to have me
called at 7:30 in the morning, and he
went away with bright new shilling
which | had once owned.
'She is awake now, Charlie, and she
knows me. See! Yes, indeed she does
She recognizes our voices, Charlie. But
she is weaker; oh, so much weaker. She
can hardly turn over or lift her head
any more. Oh, my poor, poor darlingl
What can do for you? What can do?"
Then | could hear her mingled sobs
and kisses. The husband paced the floor.
l could not bear this any more. /
arose and dressed. 1t was no sorrow
| that could relieve. might as web go
away from it. folded and put away
the rich nightrobe in my bag and
dressed myself automatically. Then
went down stairs with my luggage, the
little hollow cough still ringing in my
ears. | said at the Office that | would
pay my bill and go. could not bear
the grief even of those whose faces /
had never seen. 1t might be foolish, but
l could not help it.
"Do not go. Mr.. Nye," the night clerk
said ssWa will triva Won % IN tba
lor floor. 1t is much better room, with
steam heat in it. Here, 'FRONT.' Show
Mr.. Nye to 30 and tell 80 that they will
have to leave in the morning. You are
the third man they have driven out with
their wild grief and their croupy dog"
If we only knew more sometimes we
would grieye less.
Oh AW