The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1899-02-03

tenement was isolated, and he could
obtain no assistance until within a
hundred yards of V~anderdecken's cot
tage; so Mynheer Poots decided that
he would go-frst, because Philip had
promised to pay him, and secondly be-
cause he could not help it.
This point being settled, Philip and
Mynheer POETS made all haste to ~
cottage; and on their arrival they
found his mother still In the arms Of
two Of her female neighbors, who were
bathing her temples with vinegar. She
was in a state of consciousness, but
she could not speak: Poots ordered her
to be carried upstairs and put to bed,
and pouring some acids down her
throat, fastened away with Philip to
procure the necessary remedies.
you will give your mother that di-
rectly, Mynheer Philip" said Poots.
putting a vial into his hand: 81 will
now go to the child of the burgomas-
ter, and will afterward come back to
your cottage"
Don't deceive me-" said Philip, with
a threatening look.
mo, no, Mynheer Philip, I would not
trust to your uncle Vanbrennen for
payment, but you have promised, and
l know that you always keep your
word. In n hour ] will be with your
mother; but you yourself must now be
quick"
Philip fastened home. After the po-
ton had been administered the bleed
ing was wholly stopped; and in half
an hour his mother could express her
wishes in a whisper. When the little
doctor arrived he carefully examined
his patient, and then went downstairs
with her son into the kitchen.
"Mynheer Philip" said Poots, "by
Allah! 1 have done my best, but I must
tell you that 1 have little hopes of your
mother rising from her bed again. She
may live one day or two days, but not
more. 1t is not my fault, Mynheer
Philip" continued Poets, in a deprecat-
ing tone.
mo, 20; it is the will Of Heaven"
replied Philip, ~mournfully.
"And you will pay me, Mynheer Van
derdecken?" continued the doctor, af-
ter a short pause.
"Yes!" replied Philip, in a voice OF
thunder, and starting from a reverie.
After a moments silence the doctor
recommended:
Shall I come tomorrow, MynheeT
Philip? You know that will be a
charge of another guilder; it is Of no
use to throw away money or time
either"
Come tomorrow. come every hour,
charge what you please; you shall GER
tainly be paid" replied Philip, curling
his lip with contempt.
well, it is as you please. AS soon
as she is dead the cottage and the fur
niture will be yours, and you will sell
them, Of course. Yes, l will come. You
will have plenty Of money. Mynheer
Philip, I would like the first offer Of
the cottage, if it is to let"
Philip raised his arm in the air as
if to crush Mynheer Poots, who re-
to the corner
81 did not mean until your mother
was buried" said Poots, in a coaXing
tone.
go, wretch, co." said Philip, COW
ering his face with his hands, as he
down upon the blood-stalned
couch.
After a short interval Philip Wander
decken returned to the bedside of his
mother, whom he found much better;
and the neighbors, having their own
affairs to attend to, left them alone.
with the loss Of blood. the
DOOR woman slumbered for many
hours, during which she never let go
the hand of Philip, who watched her
breathing in mcurnful meditation.
It was about one o'clock in the morn
ng when the widow awoke. She had
n a great degree recovered her voice,
and thus she addressed her son.:
My dear, my impetuous boy, and
lave I detained you here a prisoner so
"My own inclination detained me,
mother, 1 leave you not to others until
'ou are up and we'll again"
ITO he cOntinued.)