Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1895-06-22

tied it on me. He sent me $500 for her
and her child and begged mo to look
hfter them. / did sure enough, Cor
IT'LL hated her. 1 found she was III Lon
don, so / sent her just enough to keep
her going, for wanted her to live the
rruel life. which, as / expected, sho had
come to lead. Year by year he sent re
money, till last year, when a letter
came to say ho was dead. / kept nearly
all of tho money, and when, two years
ago, size died | sent no more, hut had
the child watched, and he's Charles
Hartford OIL the Monarch. And, doctor,
yince I've been i'll and seen the parson
feel can't die without doing right, so
make the will, for love o. God"
The doctor began to write.
"Stop," said Janet, who during the
tale had walked up and down like
wild beast. "1t's all madness; she's
delirious. +"
Tho dying woman heard her words.
"In tho box under tho bed you'll find
all Franks letters. They'll prove the
story"
LII few minutes DR.. Watson had fin
ished the short will and read it to
Amaryllis. Janet sat grimly ON the
black horsehair sofa and did not offer to
raise her sister to sign.
Come, Miss Webster" ho said i'm
patiently, "one mustn't lose time.
She did not move.
"What about witnesses?" she asked.
"I'll be one" he answered, "you'-
"Not me, she replied hastily, "that
would make my legacy bad-I know
that. Father was lawyer.
The doctor knew this was true and
was at once vexed and pcrplexed.
"To ease her. he said
Its no use" she broke in, "I'll not.
Will she last three parts of an hour?
can get to Mr.. TrelOis, our nearest neigh
Dor, i'll the time, and bring him"
DR.. Watson looked at his patient
Eyes, perhaps an hour, but be quick. "
Janet put on an old black hat that
looked like bonnet flattcned for coun-
try wear and Il rough shawl of sham
Shetland fleece, opened tho door, letting
in more of the cold air than was neccs-
sary, and Went ont, slamming 1t heavily.
The doctor sat down by the bedside,
then recollected he was hungry, and as
Amaryllis did not answer his request
rummaged in an unlocked cupboard and
found some bread and cheese, which he
ate ravenously, moistening it with some
brandy that he found in bottle by the
bedside, despite his strict orders against
alcohol in any form. He made up the
fire and sat in front of it, longing to
smoke, till its genial warmth crept gen
tly through him and sleep ovcrcane the
poor man, who had walked five and twen-
ty miles that day on his i'll paid rounds
The noise of the opening of the door
awoke him, and, conscience stricken, he
hastened to the bed. Amaryllis was still
alive, but on the very limits of the bor-
derland. There was still time. He turn
ed to Janet
"Thcre's just ife," he said. Bring
him i'll quickly"
Hes not with me-" she replied
stolidly "He was ont
DR.. Watson looked at his watch.
"It's two hours since you started,
what
Janet gave dreary smile.
"They expected him every minute. 1
waited. He was too drunk when he came
in."
A bright idea came into the doctor 8
mind.
"Sign as Witness" he said. "f the
legacy is bad, it does not matter. You'll
get it Just the Same rs next of kin.
"Do you think didn't know that"
replied Janet, with hoarse laugh.
"Then you've never been to Mr.. Ire
lois?" shouted tho doctor. You
I'm not such fool, sho answered
grimly. 'But, oh, it was cold i'll the
gardenW
AS she spoke she came close to the
fire, which glowcd impartially on her
rugged, dinSy face.
"D-v said the doctor passionate
ly. "I'n go myself. 1t may not be too
late"
He started up, and his chair fell.
Amaryllis opened her empty eyes, then
n look of intelligence came into her
ashen face Tho doctor had nearly
reached the door, when i'll tone half
whisper, half shrek, she called out:
doctor, don't leave me before it's
made!"
He turned, saw her sitting up, but
as he moved toward her she fell back,
and the nightcap came OFF, showing the
scanty gray hair to which the golden
fringe was fastened.
"Too late" said the doctor, feeling
for the beating of the heart. "Too late
you
"I'm an honest woman, answered
Janet, "and Two no sympathy with 9th,
er peoples by blows. ."-Exchange.
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