Cottonwood report. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1893-1901, 1899-06-23
Recalled to Life.

ION, 81 LAYING noon in the dog days.
utm s. a steady, unwinking glare Of
Ia i sunlight nlisters the paint on the
M aln&6 Qf G0Teudish square. A hand
nj "a pulls UP at DIR. Cafyn's house in
Of !, hottest corner Of the square. A
10 /. man aIishts rings, and Is forth
al b Admitted
nj Ihero are only three persons before
M. \. An elderly lady, with a small
who Wtigsles uneasily in his chair,
q young girl who sits alone at the
a., le, turning over a volume Of John
sch'e draWings. Burton seats him
u, Nv one of the heavily curtained
4 ~ tdoWH and tails into a reverie.
ne ihe prAtesnatural silence which fol-
y a'sfe does not last long. The door
MS A servant bows in the direc-
81 Of the pair, and the boy Ia borne
! u ehrink ingIY Again the door opens
\ be girl looks out interrogatively,
'.' u rises and goes. Only one prisoner
y now Ia the condemned cell.
= sIurton yaWnS. with an air of relief,
Ms saunfera to the table. He is bat
" is With an uncomfortable feeling of
y ring been Ia This room, with the self
@ ne people, III some remote stage of
past HE Wonders if this can pos
y ~ be one 81 the symptoms Of his
l0Ia ieses
this moment the opening of a
susr IN the hail, faint murmur, and
light football warn the last victim
i his hour has come. He rises and
agalows the servant.
GnlQuife 50, remarks DR.. Caffyn, a
iF IN. weasal.faced man, after exam
hdng his patient. "Quite SO! You
ls Der er vanity hunting for his
bstd.
Is Burton Is my name. Middle Tenn
40, baftisfer and Journalist"
M Quite sol, repeats the physician,
be ith the mir Of one arriving with some
iiculty ct the truth. "Hard-worked
Er your profession, Mr.-er-Burton?"
/ Emo; not very much. have not been
nile for much lately, owing to that
ishlntness told you off. Would 1 not
the better for a change of air to
Isaco me up little, DR.. Caffyn"
d The fact Is" says the physician,
M ming back in bis chair and lingering
dS eye-glass; ''the fact is, my dear
eli, cam eIye you only a poor report
nd your health. Nothing that Tor any
eelse-ca can give you will do you much
PLAINLY speaking, DR.. Caffyn," he
lsys, ronsing himself at last, show
Mag have I To liver"
adj Not more than a few months, l
rsar. returns the other, feelIngly.
Five or SIX at most. But you may
ID some fe1nporary relief from this, I"
aiding the Prescription, and rising.
piome and sec me, Mr.. Burton, when
N IN Hike. Ayoid worry, excitement,
s.ate hours. ald-er--good morning."
!, He passes through the still hall into
= blazing sunlight once more-the
ii giving zlInshine which will never
tain minister health and strength to
ID m p
Il i IA letter aWaits him at his chambers.
echapiceIl1 he opens it. What does
! matter7 What does anything matter
!. ut ~ from Kite & Prabble, the pub
ihets, 70 the effect that the first edi-
. pa Of Mr. Burton's novel, ''Thothmes. I"
Ibtlv5n6 been Exhausted in three weeks,
. ley purposeu going to press with a
. eona edition. In view of the UMPIRE
III drnted demand. Meanwhile they in.
gOsed check for $4,000, in terms of
D ,ntrnct and remained his obedient-
D TOO iateR he exclaims, bitterly.
Goo iateIs
ESQ you really like the book?"
u Yes. very much" she replies. 81
e <xe never read anything which
dauched me 20 deeply"
They were walking in a Devonshire
u me- tAs oj&ee of the rector of Dalling-
n and Hurton. The people at the rec.
Il ~ were old friends Of his family, and
Il WIS there that he had met Emile
The book hey had just been discus.
n M WEES hothmes," his own anon.
~1ot noze4 but he had not told her