The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-10-23

| ducking in the afternoon; he had entered
| the concert room shiverlng; he left 1t with
| burning hands and feet and sense OF
| overpowing stupor which prevented him
from understanding or responding TO any
| of the pretty things that Lady Winch
combe said to him on the way home. 1t
was necessary to lift him out OF the car
riage. and il was also most evidently nee
essary to put hun TO bed and send for q
doctor forthwith.
The doctor came and shook his head.
Three days later he requested permission
to call in one of his confreres. who did the
same. At the end of week, W. en- there
was really no hope of saving the boy 8 life,
a great man was summoned from London,
and he, rather to Lady WInchcombe's dis
pleasure, told her dryly that she had
wasted his time and her money by sending
for him.
Il was anxious to have the best advice, -"
she said. II am extremely fond of the
poor little fellow and | would do anything
could to keep him alive. Such genius
as he is too! / can't see why he shouldn't
recover, now that he is no longer de-
lirious."
NO: l dare say you can't, my dear
lady," answered the physician, ''but I can.
OF course people do recover from inf1am-
nation of the lungs and from other dis
eases, If they are strong enough; If they
are not the disease beats them, and that is
what will happen to him. | don't doubt
that you have meant well by cutivating
what you are pleased TO call his genius,
but 1t Is a pity that you couldn't be con-
tent to let nature do her own work. Your
gardner will tell You what the result upon
plant is of forcing it 10 bloom before its
time"
This was rather hard upon Lady Winch
combe, who had expended a considerable
sum of money for the specific purpose of
E'r.ro nSsn fro
ers of premature development; but, as her
conscience did not accuse her, and as she
had presence of mind enough to snub the
eminent physician severely, it is not neces-
sary to pity her very much.
Nor, for the matter Of that is there any
necessity for plying the poor little mu-
Steal mouse; for 1t is almost certain that,
if he had lived, his life would have proved
more or less of failure. At all events,
he would have felt it to be SUCH which is
another way of saying the same thing.
He SANK to his rest quite peacefully and
contentediy after Lady Ella, with tears
running down her cheeks, had assured
him that nothing had been further from
her thoughts than to accuse him of
cowardice.
eff only you will get well, Franz, I will
teach you to ride much better than do.
and l will never, never show Off before
you in that horrid, conceited way again."
Suc ueCldEeu.
But Franz was unable to oblige her; and
as was only natural at her age. her grief
over the loss OF her playmate did not last
beyond few weeks. Lady Wincncombe-
she could do no less-put up a very pretty
marble cross over his grave and sent
check to his father, who (probably
dicted an eloquent epistle to her,
in which he affirmed that he should
never be able to forgive himself for having
consented to part with his beloved child.
However. she has adopted no more bud
ding geniuses, That sort of thing
she says, is too narrowing and too
unsatisfactory. We live in a wicked
and crooked world, and how can one
poor, weak woman attempt to set it
straight? The only plan is to subscribe
handsomely to societies for the protection
of children and-to look the other way
when painful episodes occur.
W. E. NORRIS.