The Wichita daily eagle., 1893-12-15

| Deuce take me II WILL "
| And the window banged again.
Twenty fretzers! A fine piece of busi-
nessi Risk cold OF lumbago for
twenty fretzers. especially when, the
next morning. he was expected at
Kiltrono by the rich Edzingov, from
| whose gout he made fifty fretzers a
| visit.
With this agreeable prospect Dr.
Trifulgas slept still moro soundfy than
before.
Whoo-oo-oo! Mi-i.sh! And then
tap! tap! tap! This time three blows
from tho knocker, piled by a more res
olute hand, blended with the noise OF
the storm The doctor woke. but in
what temperl When the window was
opened the wind burst ia like bomb
| shell
cit is for Wort Kartif."
THAT miserable fellow again?"
81 am his mother"
''May his mother, his wife and his
daughter die with him.
HE has an attack Of
"Well, let him defend himself"
''They have sent you some money"
the old woman added. AN INSTALL
ment on the house which was sold to
, Dontrop on the Rue Messagliere. If you
don't come my granddaughter will be
fatherless. my daughter widow, and l
shall have no SON"
1t was pitiful and terrible to hear
this aged woman's voice, to think that
the wind was chilling the blood in her
veins, that the rain was drenchIng her
thin form!
''An attack of epilepsy is worth two
hundred fretzers," replied the hcartless
Trifulgas
1--WE have only one hundred twenty"
"Good evening"
And the window shut again. But on
reflection one hundred and twenty fret
zers for two hours walk, including
the visit. That was sixty fretzers
an hour, a fretzer a minute. The
profit was small, yet after all not to be
desplsed.
Instead of going back to bed the doc
tor slipped into his coat, put on his
high boots, his thick overcoat and his
nittens, then leaving his lamp burn
ing beside his Codex, open at page 1877.
he unbolted the door at Six-Quatre and
stood upon the threshold.
The old woman was there leaning on
her staff, emaciated by her eighty years
of poverty.
'sThe one hundred and twenty fret
zers?''
Here they are, and may God increase
| than, To vO,, a hun6rpGfC16 -
The old woman followed him.
What a tempest of win d and rain:
The bells of st. Philfllene began to ring.
A bad omen! Pshaw! DR.. Trifulgas
was not superstitious. He believed in
nothing. not even his own science-ex-
cept for the income it brought him.
What weather and what a road, too!
Stones, slippery with seaweed, scori@
crunching under the tread. No light,
except the faint, wavering rays from
Hurzof's lantern. Sometimes there was
burst of flame from the peak of Wang
lor. amid which, huge, grotesque sill
houettes seemed to hover. We do not
know what turks at the bottom of these
fathomless craters. Perhaps they are
the souls of the under world, which
turn to vapor in rising.
The doctor and the old woman fol-
lowed the curves of the little bays on the
shore. The sea was white with livid
pallor-the whiteness of mourning
glittering with phosphorescent light
along the line of surf, which broke in
shining waves upon the strand.
Both climbed to the bend in the road,
| between the downs, where the broom
and furze met like thicket of bay
onets
The dog had come close to his master
and seemed to say:
"Ha! A hundred and twenty fretzers
for the strong box! That's the way to
get rich! More land for the vineyard!