The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-04-22

If only to give her an opportunity OF
impressng the doctor with due respect
for her household capabilities. One
last touch to the bowl of fresh roses
a farmers wife had tucked under the
seat of the doctors dog cart, another
10 the parsley adorning the cold fowl.
a slight pause to consider the advlsa-
bility of lighting candles, and she went
out, slim and pretty in her white gown.
softly singing to herself. to call the doc
tor to supper, while the tailor's son
watched the gas burst into flame in the
surgery and witnessed the execution of
breakdown. ending In high kicks that
woald have assured wealth beyond the
dreams of avarice to II lady on the
London boards, by the surgery hoy.
whose subsequent enjoyment of ne
farious eifervescing drink out of the
glass physlc- was also tanta-
liZing visible.
Horace. Horace" called the doctors
wife, her white figure swallowed up In
the green lucent gloom beyond the gar
den door.
The doctor supposed himself to be
reading the Standard In the summer
house i'm the company of short black
pipe and small white dog. But in
this he was mistaken. He was but just
home from u long dusty journey, or
rather round of journeys. his head had
fallen forward on his chest. the Stand
ard was slipping over his outstretched
legs from one limp hand, and his pipe
dropping its dead ashes on the dog $
back and the gravel path from the
other, while those rhythmic mellitluous
sounds that give pleasing assurance OF
a good mans slumber played upon the
summer air.
Horace" cried the doctors wife.
Lazy fellow" and the little dog
jumped up and barked "Ay-hum."
muttered the doctor thickly, as he
opened and closed his heavy eyes, no
night bell-heaven,"
Through the now open doors of gar
den and street the town sounds floated
in; boy whistling. the far-off roll Of
a solitary carriage. murmur of voices,
the church clock striking in lordly
leisure nine mellow strokes on the trem-
ulous waiting air. and then-a long way
off. sharp, quick click rousing a thin.
tClu. ne CllCh grew SlldIptl,
yet fuller. it broadenei and was a click
no more, the echo ceased. and the tail
or's son recognized in the fuller sonor-
ity of the strokes the hoof-beats of q
galloping horse on the hill: they quick
ened down the steep descent. grew loud
er and follower over the bridge, and
full and strong on the hard street road
with a confused ring of echoes from the
houses. The people turned at the sound
of the mad, ever-quickening gallop, to
see a strong, firm-necked cob. stream
ing with sweat. flecked with foam, red
of nostril and with bleeding mouth.
ridden by hatless man in shirtsleeves.
tear along the street and thunder up to
the doctors door, where, pulled on his
launches, he stopped and seemed 20
shoot his rider to the ground. No sooner
did the man touch the dusty road than
he was at the door. tearing at the bells
labeled Might" and Surgery" leaving
the painting, streaming horse to blow
noisily and shake himself on his quiv-
ering legs with down-drooped head. The
surgery boy leisurely finished his ne
farious dring and even rinsed the glass
before responding to the furious ring
ing of the bells, family curious to see
how long and how loud the man could
or would ring. The doctors wife
jumped nervously at the first sharp
peal the little dog barked passionately.
the doctor dropped his pipe and made
a face.
Come directly; the chickensN are
taken with the pip; old Granny Jones
has the toothache; pray ring little
louder. Where is that scamp of a
boy?" he murmured with sarcastic
resignation.
Horace, you shall not CO." Mrs. New
man decided. You've had nothing to
eat; you are tired out, and such salad
I've mixed"
II won't go, I'll be hanged if I'll go
Come to supper, before the ice melts
in the pail. I'll say you are"
Say I'm out, I'm dead, l shan't be
home all night. I'm at church, I've got
the smallpox" grumbled the doctor,
steadily moving all the time, not sup