Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1897-06-26

prepare to start for Paris the next day.
Mrs. Jones cabled as the doctor had di-
rected and received this reply:
Symptoms impossible. Doctor says come ut
'nce Better take steamer tomorrow.
BABE.
This cablegram frightened Mrs Jones
more than ever. The doctor guardian
was inclined to regard the message in
! the same light. But he still insisted on
knowing the symptoms. So they cabled
again peremptory demand for symp-
toms and meanwhile pushed prepara-
tions for Mrs. Jones' departure. Just
as Mrs. Jones was leaving her house
the next morning to go to the steamer
the reply to her second cable was hand
ed to her. 1t said:
Advanced stage tuberculosis. Both lungs
hopelessly affected. Condition serious. Come
at once. BABE.
On reading this message Mrs. Jones
hearty collapsed. The doctor calculated
n large, vehement exclamation and de-
clared that the Paris doctor who had
made the diagnosis was an eternal and
everlasting and utterly blanked blank
ed idiot. He had seen Miss Jones him
self and had examined her thoroughly
before she sailed, and there was not the
slightest symptom of affection of the
lungs at that time, and it was absolute
1y impossible for tuberculosis to reach
an advanced stage in the time in which
she had been abroad. He was half in
clined to suspect that there was some
thing wrong in the cablegram, but there
was no time then to go behind the re-
turns, and the only thing to do was for
Mrs Jones to go on.
Mrs. Jones said that she never in her
life had such voyage as that trip was.
The weather was just as rough as March
could make it, but Mrs. Jones did not
suffer minute from seasickness. If she
could only have been thoroughly sea-
sick, she said, it might have relieved
her little from the agony and sus-
pense which she endured. She got into
Southampton nearly day late. The
first thing Mrs. Jones heard when the
ship reached her dock was her own
name bawled Justify by man who had
just come on deck. 1t was another tele-
gram, and it took all the strength and
grit she had to open it. She confidently
expected to read that her daughter was
dead, but instead she read:
Amelia much better. Will meet you at the
station with red ribbon in my left button
hole WILLIAMS
"Now, who," said Mrs Jones to her.
self, "is Williams?''
Williams had never appeared in the
proceedings before She had never heard
of him in any letters from her daughter,
but she supposed, of course, that he was
some attache of the institution where
her daughter was living She hurried
across to Paris and got there late in the
evening. Williams met her all light and
assured her that her daughter was really
quite comfortable. They drove out to
the home on the Rue de la Pompe as
fast as the cabman could go and got
there just in time to meet Miss Jones
coming home from the opera with Mr..
Arbuthnot.
There was q row-a good, fair,
square, ablebodied American row-and
the managers of that institution heard
for once what plain spoken American
woman wrapped up in her daughter
thought about that way of conducting
things. Of course the whole thing came
out. Miss Jones had had cold and had
been in bed for a couple of days with it.
Miss Smith had taken advantage of the
opportunity to scare Mrs. Jones nearly
to death, having decided to brave the
inevitable exposure because she was sure
of the result. She was not at all disap-
pointed. Mrs. Jones declared that her
daughter and she had had enough of
Paris and Partisan methods and if
Amelia wanted to study music any lon
ger, she could come straight home and
do it.-New York Sun.