Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-04-13

ms dorSal in. which is prickly and poisoned, and when q man gets that into the sole of his foot he goes home and cuts his leg off, and has to pretend that he lost it in action.
 When he had bathed the doctor went
 back to his house and performed some simple additions to his toilet, that is to say, he washed the salt water out of his hair and beard-not much else. As for collars, neclSties, braces, waistcoats,
 black coats, rings or any such gewgaws,
 they were not wanted on this island.
 Nor are watches and clocks. The resi- dents go by the sun. The doctor got up at daybreak and took his walk, as you have seen, and his bath. He was
 then ready for his breakfast and for a solid meal. in which fresh fish, newly caught that morning, and curried chicken with claret and water formed
 the principal part. A cup of coffee came after with cigar and book in
 the veranda. By this time the sun
 was high and the glare of forenoon had succeeded the coolness of the dawn.
 After the cigar the doctor went indoors.
 The room was furnished with a few
 pictures, large bookcase full of books,
 chiefly medical, a table covered with
 papers and two or three chairs. No
 curtains, carpets or blinds; the doors
 and windows wide open to the veranda on both sides. g.
 He sat down and began writing-per~
 haps he was writing a novel; think
 no one could think of a more secluded
 place for writing a novel. Perhaps he
 was doing something scientific He
 continued writing till past midday.
 When he felt hungry he went into the dining-room, took biscuit or two, and
 glass of Vermouth. Then, because it was now the hour for repose and be-
 cause the air outside was hot and the
 sea breeze had dropped to dead calm
 and the sun was like a red-hot t1aring
 furnace overhead, the doctor kicked off
 his boots and threw off his coat, lay
 down on a grass mat under the mos
 quito curtains and instantly fell fast asleep. About five o'clock he awolze
 and got up; the heat of the day was
 over; he took a long draught of cold tea,
 which is the most refreshing and the coolest drink in the world. The sun
 was now getting low and the air was growing cool. He put on his helmet and set off again to walk round his do- main. This done, he bathed again. Then he went home as the sun sank
 and night fell instantly without the in tervention of twilight. They served
 him dinner, which was like his break fast, but for the addition of some cut lets. He took his coffee; he took pipe 1.-two pipes slowly, with a book-he took whisky and soda; he went to bed. have said that he had no watch-it hung idly on a nail. Therefore he knew not the time, but it would very likely be- about half past nine. How ever that might be, he was the last per son up in this ghostly island of the anonymous dead.
 This doctor, captain, general and commandant of Quarantine island was none other than the young man who began this history with a row royal and n kingly rage. You think, perhaps, that he had turned hermit in the bitterness of his wrath and for the fault of one simple girl had resolved on the life of a solitary. Nothing of the kind. He was an army doctor and he left the service in order to take this very eligible ap- pointment where one lived free and could spend nothing except a little for claret. He proposed to stay there for a few years in order to make a little
 money, by means of which he might be- come a specialist. This was his ambi- ton. As for that love business. seven years past, he had clean forgotten 1t, girl and all. Perhaps there had been \ other tender passages. Shall a man wasting in despair die because a girl throws him over? NeverI Let him straightway forget her. Let him tackle
 his work; let him put off tle business
 of love-which can always wait-until
 he can approach it once more in the \ proper spirit of illusion and once more fall to worshiping an angel