Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1896-09-12
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II seemed ny fate always to be seen
b. Dr.. Grimm at q disadvantage from
The time when he Just saved me from
numbering papa with the wrong medi.
cine on through various misadventures
almost to the present day and I have
hated him afresh every time, 40 II It
were ill his fault Some people al.
ways Sc one at her best-he appeared
on the scene invariably when one was
least DESTROYS Of spectators.
I started out with rather q sinking
heart not long after the adventure Of
the poem-which incident, by the way,
had ranked not a little N my mind
to hunt up Sunday school pupil who
had dropped OF, aftec An attendance
Of Sunday or two upon my class. He
was said to live on small street which
I had never heard Of, In Q remote and
not especially genteel part Of the city,
which had never explored, and fore
saw that I should get lost stopped
on my way at the house Of another
pupil Of mine. whom I knew to be III,
and whom I had been visiting for some
time.
His mother received me in a cold,
stuffy little parlor. and entertained me
while Johnnie was being made ready
for company. I listened sympatheti.
cally to long narrative Of the heartless
treatment she had received from her
physician. who really did seem to have
0n0oAN<>A hNn s><nv ltk<1> vS~%N~s~H ana
10 have been rude and overbearing be-
sides. I had passed him once 40 went
In, and had noticed how red and bloat.
I'd his face was, and had thought then
that he was drunk. He was Q physi-
clan, suppose. Of no standing. I had
never before heard bis name.
"And them" she concluded, II Just
'phoned for DR.. Grimm. Ny husband
said, Don't you be bothering DR.. Grit.
In; he's got moron he can do tending
to the rich people, But he's got time
u tend to poor people. too, - well I
knew. And ! 'phoned and he came.
An he's an angel In sick roomr'
The comparison. struck me % % Ii.
d'crous that smile arose to my face
oefore could check Il.
"lf I was Queen Victoria and John.
ME was the queens son he couldn't b
kinder. Now. you can just walk right
In and see how pert Johnnie's bettin'."
After leaving there I walked on, and
on. 40 the story books say. and It really
did seem that I had embarked upon
one Of the vague. nightmareisA quests
" the Morse tales. The end Of my
journey seemed always Just at hand.
and still It heightened. heightened. I'LL
! could fancy that WINS a lovelorn prin.
cess looking for the Castle Of tho
Clouds. II Bonaparte Plunket had llv.
ell east O. the sun and west O. tho moon.
Or at any other Of tho addresses given
In those veracious histories. he could
not, Il seemed to me. have been more
tantalisingly inaccessible. He took on.
1t last, Q half.mythical character !,
ny mind. % ! could nnd no trace Of
him.
Hens, and chickens ran squawkiny
across my path: geese hissed at me. to
my unspeakable discomposure: puddlcs
Of ill-smelling water appeared on tho
mean sidewalks; dirty women and chill.
6ren swarmed about the doors, and
st!ll Bonapsrte Plunkett's place Of resi-.
Lence ever receded from me. I began
to have Q distinctly disreputabls feel.
ing. 40 II were becoming assimilated
10 my sQualid environments. and
faint fear arose within me 90 realised
that had not the slightest idea In tho
world Of where I was. Yes, I was lost.
I stood still and looked blankly
around me. beginning. 20 the last
straw, to feel that my ankle was
giving out. was just making up my
mind to ask the way to rhe nearest car
line Of the next person whom I should
meet, when ! saw q buggy coming
down the street. A sudden hope took
possession Of me. He always can.o
when was In some undiguifed AMI
ridiculous plight. Aud--yes!
''Oh, DR.. Grimm I called out.
He pulled up at that quavering cry.
and looked at me for moment In the
blankest amusement.
And what are you doing In Rock.
its. iniss" he demanded. a. he helped
me In.
A wild wave Of exhilaratin had come
over me when felt myself safe In the
vehicle.
~ was only paying some calls"
mid in an o6-hand way. "Aren't tho
claims Of society burdensome2 ! am
really tired"
"Callsr' he repeated. "And wherc
were you calling In Rockettsw
II was going to the Plunketts',"
said. but never mind-it isn't their
day anyway"
began to repent my nonsense when
he took little red notebook out Of his
pocket. and. utterly ignoring my pres.
cnce. began to look over It with knitted
brows. We drove ON In perfect silence
for several blocks, and no manifested
no intention Of resuming the conversa-
ton at all. while !. on my part, was
occupied In regretting that had totally
forgotten that l was ION my dignity"
as my old nurse would say.
"Well. Miss Frances" he said sud-
denly. without looking up. shave you
forgiven mer'
forgiven you. for what2" question
ingly replied. but q reminiscent wave
Of modification swept over me.
He gave short laugh. still turning
tine leaves Of his book. but did not an
swer.
A he sat looking down. with his brow