The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1896-04-04
collar II they won't so easy. Anybody

| loom that ,iust held them, to the y.rat Il
I! OF several patients who came late- in
carriages, and this time had to wait 81
1t is safe to say that DIR. Lance WIS
reasonably astonished by the numb, 4
Of guardians controlling his new pa
! tients.
of course it did not take him long to
master the situation, and to sift out pa
ticnts in esse from patients in posse;
and, without troubling himself tn ask
circumstances, he picked out the fright
fped twain and had them ia bis oi'erat-
ing-room in twinkl,ng, with stout
deer closed between them and the
rest of the noisy crowd--with one ex-
ccption. George Washington, Of Joy
street, was as active as thin pig and
the door was shut altogether too late
20 smut him out. This was well for
the educating influence which he
swaycd over his mates in after DAYS.
II also made the long and semi-silent
wait outside somewhat more endurable.
George would keep an eye out, never
fear, and tell them all about it after
ward.
Still, it was a long, long horr of
waiting. 1t gave the boys time to sober
down and do some pretty serious think
ing. Not a sound had come from be-
yond that door as yet; and yet-and
yet! Jim and Mickey were both
pluelsy ones. They might be half killed
before they'd yell note. Nobody
heard Jim whimper the night when
hc got rolled along the irons beneath
the fender of the south-bound electric
ear. when the brake-chain snapped and
let it come flying into the crowd. And
set the emergency men could hardly
find square inch ON him that did
not have its black-and-blue reminder
III that rolling. There wasn't much in
he room itself. either, 70 cnliven their
nneditations. The sofa-weli, they
could not see the sofa. There were too
many OH it. There were two chairs,
part of which were visible. There
was also a certain landscape on the
wall, an old English painting--a fine
work of art, no doubt, to one born
under gloomy skies, but wonderfully
depressing to sons of the sunny North
End both Jew and GcntiIe-and there
were plenty of both present. Outside.
through the window, there was just the
cIshk wall of the next building, with
a CLEAN of a white cloud glancing down
over its shoulder. The room had a
cell-like effect, on the whole, and some
of them knew something of the genu-
inc article.
'Spose he's cuttin' into emp asked
somebody, with a SILVER, breaking into
a long silence.
Dan shook his mead gloomly. pessi-
nlistically. He couldn't say. IL had
not been his plan. He assumed no re-
sponsibility in that direction. There
was no knowing what those doctors
did when they got their chance. and
thereupon, seeing the sensation
aroused, he proceeded to add to it by
judicious, somber hints of tales that
he had heard and could tell il it were
the proper place and time-but he had
Il prediction for safer place, him
self; till at last a somewhat skeptical
youth in his audience rebelIed, and
cried: ''You don't know any more
about it, Dan 1Iaggerty, than cross
eyed hen!" Ard since that particular
fowl is a very rare bird, indeed, and
with CORRESPONDENCE few opinions,
their spirits perceptibly rose again;
in the midst of which the door opened |
quietly and the three boys sidled in,
smiling, although two of
them were still little pale. The third |
WIS not made that way.
"Come again a week from to-day"
said voice, ''and well see how it |
LASTS" And then, somehow, they all
found themselves out in the street |
again and hunting for sunny corner.
''Now, then, JOY Street, tell rs all
about it," cried Dan Haggerty, with
George, of Joy street, was perfectly |
'. Hing. 1t was his plan, and to him
belonged the credit. 1t was right that
he should now reap little.
"My. but you just orter been in
there!' he began, his eyes rolling,
deep pause just adding to the tanta-
lied interest of his audience. George
may be novelist when he grows up, he
so well the art of building
mir castles on slim foundations.
There's table in there, with glass
top. Fust-rate idea, that, for you can
see everything that's in the drawer un-
Ter the top; and tell you he has some
mighty shiny tools there. All sorts of
things-long-handled nippers, one that
had pair of scissors on the end of 'em.
and knives that looked as sharp as
b-r-r-rr." The boys all shivered in har-
mony. 'Thcn he had a lot more on the
top. Lots of cotton. too, stuffed into
fat glass bottles, to wipe blood with.
you know" There was sigh of adj
at that fellows advantages.
What luck he had. "The doc he told
Mickey ter squat; but Mickey couldn'td
hear i'm. He told him to again louder |