Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-06-29

Hartford on the Monarch. And, doctor,
since I've been i'll and seen the parson
feel I can't die without doing right, SO
make the will, for love O. Godr'
The doctor began to write
"Stop," said Janet, who during tho
tale had walked up and down like a
wild beast. cts all madness; she's
delirious.
The dying woman heard her words.
In the box under the bed you II find
all Franks letters. They'll prove the
story"
In 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" he said i'm
patiently, zone 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 know
that. Father was lawyer -
The doctor knew this was true and
was at once vexed and perplexed.
"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 a bonnet fattened for coun-
try wear and rough shawl Of sham
Shetland fleece, opened the door, letting
in more Of the cold air than was neces-
sary and went out. slamming it 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 i'll any form. He made up the
fire and sat in front Of it, longing to
smoke, till its genial warmth crept gen
thy through him and sleep overcame the
poor man, who had walked five and TWEEN
ty miles that day on his i'll paid rounds.
The noise Of the opening Of the door
awoke him, and, conscience stricken, he
fastened 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.
"There's just life," lie said. "Bring
him i'll quickly"
"He's not with me-" she replied
stolidly. "He was out.
DR.. Watson looked at his watch.
cts two hours since you started,
WHAT
Janet gave dreary smile.
"They expected him every minute. l
waited. He was too drunk when he came
ill.,"
A bright idea came into the doctors
mind.
"Sign as Witness" he said. eff the
legacy is bad, it does not matter You'll
get it just the same as next of kim"
''Do you hink didn't know that?"
replied Janet, with q hoarse laugh.
''Then you've never been to Mr.. IRE
lois?" shouted tho doctor. "You"-
"I'm not such fool, she answered
grimly. "But, oh, it was cold in the
garden -
As she spoke she came close to the
fire, which glowed impartially on her
rugged, dingy face.
d" said the doctor passionate
ly "I'll 60 myself. 1t may not be too
late.
He started up, and his chair fell
Amaryllis opened her empty eyes, then
a look Of intelligence came into her
ashen face. The doctor had nearly
reached the door, when in tone half
whisper, half shrek, she called out:
doctor, don't leave me before it's
made !"
Flo 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 I've no sympathy with 9TH
er peoples by blows. Exchange.