The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1892-04-06

tooth, an ungrateiul child, his Wlfes IN
accountable and preposterous failure &c
perform her wifely duties, and tie heart
less madness Of expecting him to rise
from couch Of pain and illness to set 8
churn. He lay and pondered the thing
over. They were evidently growing in
credulous on the subject Of his ailments
and needed q lesson, a severe one, to
bring them back TO their allegiance In
the meanwhile Nellie, leaning on her
lovers arm, confided to him that Father
always fell i'll so opportunely, and recov-
cred with such surprising readiness when
be found that illness was inconvenient.
They both laughed, but quick remorse
smote the girl when on their return they
saw lights glancing about the house, and
heard man-servant, on horse, 90 tear
ing after the doctor, and Ms. Belton met
them with
"0h, Nellie, your father is dying, dy-
ing 1t j. a judgment on US for our wick
ed doubling Of him this afternoon oh,
can never, never forgive myself" :"
But when Nellie, followed by Rob, en-
tered the darkened room where her IA
ther lay, the color came back to her
cheeks and her eyes lost their lock Of
horror, for with singular blunderiDg Rob
picked up the shaded lamp, and, turning
the wick to its greatest height, let the
bright stream of light fall ight on the
sufferers face, so that his daughter saw
that the dying mans eountenance- was
still very heslthiIy tinted.
"Oh, oh, oh !" groaned Dir. Belton-
Turn that lamp down Is that you, Mel
lie, daughter ? Wen, kiss your poor faith
er, and tell him goodbye. Oh; oh|
Here, you are going to faint, Miss
Nellie. Go out in the fresh air at once
said Rob, and as the door closed on the
girl, turned TO Mr.. BeIton with, Poor
girl And she to be married so soon 10
Joe Banner Your death will put her
wedding of, won't it?"
what" yelled Mr. BeIton, forgetting
to groan and sitting up in bed. Joe
Banner Not if have to kill him."
The Banners and BeltOns hated each
other as only people in small places and
over small matters have time to. " Has
such a tt ing been going on behind my
back l1l-IIl~
~Oh, don't, dear" interposed poor
Mrs. Belton. You viii iniure yourself
Lie quiet till the doctor comes. ans
sure Rob is mistaken about Joe Banner
Why, Nellie never speaks to him, and be-
sides, she and Rob are"
Here's the doctor :" exclaimed Rob,
rushing to open the door and cutting
Mrs. Belton short in her explanation
DR.. Lester came in looking suspiciously |
grave, for there Was a very inconsistent !
twinkle in hiseyes. He felt Mr.. Belton's |
pulse and looked graver still, while the
twinkle fairly set his eyes to dancing,
and then with certain reluctance in his |
voice, said
a most not conceal from you, my
dear cir, lhst you sre suffering from cere-
bro-spinal meningitis, combined with |
enemia Of the medulloblongata. How is
it YOU never consulted me about il before. |
Didn't you suIpect it p
Moo" said the patient, looking sea-
ed and white. Doctor-will-Bill-it |
-it-it be fatal ?"
The doctor turned first and requested
Mrs. Bolton and Rob to leave the room,
which they did, when be addressed him
self to the sick man:
"I feel it my duty to tell you the |
truth. You haven't one hour TO liver
"Oh, oh, oh Save me, doctor III |
give you $500 to DO it-a thousand dol
lars-my whole place-anything-any-
thing-only save me-"
Cant do il" said the doctor, shaking
his head. Face it like man, Belton.
Don't trouble about your wife and fami-
". Mary's married Nelly could be to-
morrow, and as for Mrs. Bolton, Marks.
the widower, said yesterday she was the
handsomest woman still in the county,
and that if she was only rid Of you he'd
ask her the day after the funeral.
WHAT shrieked the dying man,
finging himself out Of bed, and dancing
over the floor as if it was red hot. TO
Jericho With my cerebro-spiting whatever
yo.. call it, and my oblong medal. Die
No, III not die: not for hundred years
You make tracks, DR.. Lester, this minute
I'm tired of your bread pills. Yes, they
were bread, and 1 know it all along. The
idea Of mans wife and daughter plan
ming, aye building On hi: death, and pro-
posing before theibreath'. cut Of his body
to dance over his graveT
Here Mr. Bolton grew little mixed in
his language, but he knew Whist he meant
and that wAs all that was necessary L,
was hours before be could be got to quiet
down, and days before he ceased to growl
inartieulate and mysterious threats direct
ed aginst no one could quite gather
whom. But from that time on, Mr.. Bel
ton has never complained Of an ache or
pain, and fercely diselsimed feeling even
under the weather whenever informed