The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1899-10-18
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4 JAMES JEALOUSY
VI Nv Helen fortos, Graves

| hhi hlluH btRin W grow UfOWAY on
their perchcs, and the frat altar trans.
fixes the dusk with it's point Of silver.
jamie Coyler was sitting in her easy
chair, bolstercd mp with cologne
scented pillows, and robed in n white
muslin wrapper. She made pretty
tableau, and sho knew il.
Guy Elmerdng leaned eagerly for
ward. a. he spoke--a dark, olive-com-
plexioncd young man, with soft hazel
eyes, and one of those frank, smiling
mouths which inspire confidence and
trust.
But jamie shook her head.
Since | have been 10 poorly, Guy,
/ have sometimes feared that we
should never be married." she said.
Nonsense, Janiei" no remon-
strated.
Miss Coyler turned away her head,
with an offended air.
81 know you think IL il nonsense.
Guy, but the time may como when
when"
"My own love. / never meant 10
hurt your foelingsl" cried Guy, i'm
petuously.
''No one sympathizes with me--no
one comprehends mel" murmured
jamie, with the air of an injured Ma
donna. ''But when Cousin Elsie
comes, l shall have at least ono con-
genial companion"
Mr.. Elmcrding looked somewhat
discomiited. Miss Coyler had, 40 TO
speak, thrown this same faullessly
perfect cousin Elsie" in his teeth so
many times that he had conceived n
very cordial dislike for her, without
ever having seen her.
"a regular old maid, with spec
tacles, n nasal twang, and theories Of
her own on every imaginable sub biect, :"
said he to himself. II wish she was
in Jericho"
So Mr.. Elmerding wcat away not in
the best humor. Aud on the street
nearly opposite the door, he met Doc
tor Mattison, the snug, dapper little
disciple of Galen who daily attended
Miss Coyler.
WELL" said Doctor Mattison, when
he had exchanged n cordial grasp of
the hand with Elmerding, Chow is
she?"
"Your patient, do you mean, doe.
tor?"
"Of course. Whom else should I
meanP"
about rs usual, I should think.
Doctor, is sho really 30 i'll? Is she
actually doomed TO spend the rest of
her existence alternating between
bed and an easy -chair?"
Doctor Mattison took snuff out off n
little enameled snuif-box.
why shouldn't she, if she likes
it?" demanded he.
"Do you mean, doctor, that it is
only fancy?"
"Ninc-tenths of tho feminine ail-
ments of this world are only fancy, my
dear sir" oracularly pronounced the
doctor.
"But, doctor, can't you argue her
into common sense?"
Cant you2" counter uestioned
the doctor. ''I've done my best, 30
have you. Miss Coyler is subject to
whims and fancies, like most of her
SEX"
"A sort Of monomaniac, ehp" mus
ingly uttered Guy.
well, as much that as anything"
answered the doctor, q second time
having recourse to his snuff-box.
"And is there no treatment likely to
benefit it?"
"Well. that is question for the
faculty." said Doctor Mattison.
shrewdly. 81 knew an old lady once,
who was bedridden, or thought she
was, which amounted to tho same
thing. She was cured by the chance
firing-ofF of park Of artillery in a va.
cant lot adjourning her house. She
jumped out of bed and ran down
stairs, as nimbly as cricket, suppos-
ing, very naturally, that it was an
earthquake"
"Impossiblel" said Guy.
"And my brother, who practices in
Venerable, had case Of a hypochon-
driac gentleman who hadn't touched
his foot to the floor for eight years.
One night there was an alarm of fire
in the lower story of the hotel where
he boarded. He rang the bell and
bawled for his servant in vain. A
good strong Whit of smoke came tear
ing up the staircase, and the invalid
OF eight years wrapped himself in
dressing-gown of red fanrel, and
scampered down stairs in way that
astonished the spectators. All these
were counter-irritants you see-coun-
ter.irritantsl Now look here, in the
case OF our charming young friend up
stairs"
"Exactlyl" cried Guy.
"You couldn't get up Irritation
with some other young lady, could
your"
Certainly not" answered Guy,
very decidedly.
II think that would have q very
good effect" remarked the doctor,
thoughtfully. feeling his chin. "But,