Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1893-09-04

/ good as his? i was foolish enough 10
believe that I could brave it through,
and I grew confident and quite easy
at once.
tsThere Carrie,''I said quietly, II
am much better now. The room was
too warm, guess, So some sneaking
thief has lodged in and stolen my
coat? Well, let it go. Tt was an old
one, and now I'll have a better one"
stBut you must not go out without
an overcoat,o the dear girl answered,
''and if you will wait just moment I
will get you one of fathers coats to
wear home.o She did SO, and I started
for home. You may guess that my
slumber that night was not very re-
freshing. I never passed a more mis-
cradle night.
"Why, Fred, you look as though
you met legion of ghosts last night"
said Mr.. Winston as he came into the
Office next morning. tWhat is the
matter?o
1T did not sleep WE'LL" answered,
with smile.
'sBy the way" continued my en-
ployer, "did you write to Anderson as
requested?"
do not know how I managed to
reply, for the question set me SILVER
ing from head to foot, and I was SO
weak that could scarcely sit in my
chair. I must have answered in the
affirmative, however, for he said:
CITIZEN we may look for something
from him tomorrow or next day."
Immediately afterward he added:
"Why, Fred you shiver as though you
had the ague, and you are sweating
like a butcher! You're i'll, man! Come,
jump into my trap, and I'll take you
homen
I was glad of the change to get
away, and on reaching home locked
myself in. All, those were terrible
hours passed, and night brought no
relief. Can you guess what [ was
meditating? Coward that was, had
resolved on self destruction. I began
my preparation with the same calm
ness and elaboration that I would
have used in the most common trans
action. I wrote short explanation
to Carrie, another for Mr.. Winston, a
velope I enclosed the receipt to Mr..
Anderson. All this accomplished, I
went to my wardrobe and took out
my revolver.
Having examined the cartridges to
make sure there would be no failure
sat down before the fire and placed
the pistol against my forehead. In
another second I should have been
lifeless, but just as my finger began to
press the trigger there was a tap on
my door. 1t startled me, and easily
concealing my weapon I called out
that I could admit no one.
ssNot me, Fred?"
knew Carries voice, and yearn
ing to look once again into her loved
face mastered me. Quietly slipping
the tell tale letters which I had left
on the table into my pocket, opened
the door.
"Oh, Fred, you are really I'LL" ex-
claimed Carrie the moment the light
fell on my face. 'sWhy did you not
send for me? Aren't you better?"
"Worse," answered huskily. But,
Carrie-good heavensr' AS I uttered
this exclamation I started back and
then forward, for hanging across Car
rie's arm was my overcoat. Recover
ing from my astonishment, I drew
from the pocket 81, 1923.
You have heard about the singular
capers Of mailman or those crazed
with rum, but judging from what Car
RE told me, and from the appearance
of my apartment after it was over I
am led to believe that was far more
grotesque.
Then asked for an explanation. 1t
do not know why had not thought of
it before. 1t was simply blunder of
Carries father. He had mistaken my
coat for his own and worn it down
town, never thinking that fortune
was lying in the pocket. I sent Mr..
Anderson his receipt, handed the
money to Winston and went on with
my duties wiser and, hope, bet
ter man.
There is more Catarrh in this section of the
and until the last few years was supposed to
be incurable. For a great many years doctors
pronounced it a local disease, and prescribed
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