The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-03-04

She's going out of town this morning and
wants to fit my dress before she goes.
shant be away long, and you must lie
still till get back. If anybody comes
to the house let them rap till they give IL
up; you are not to stir. Your headache
Isn't much better yet, is it? But it's too
soon to give you any more medicine. III
leave the bottle and spoon here on the
stand at the head of the lounge, and you
can see the clock without moving; when
it's 9 o'clock take another spoonful unless
you get rid of the pain before then"
BY this time Hannah's opinion of her
mistress much-lauded medicine was not
a fiattering one.
Nothing in the world but salt and wat
err she grumbied, rolling her head rest
lessly on the pillow in search of cool
spot II guess I'm not the sort of per-
son to work faith cures on
But at O'Clock she decided to give the
drug one more trial. She sat up on the
edge of the lounge and reached for the
bottle The motion made her head whirl,
and she sat with closed eyes for minute
to steady herself before trying to pour
out the liquid. When she ventured to
open her eyes she noticed at once the
white label on the bottle.
THAT tells how much to take, 1 sup
nose" she muttered. II don't believe
Miss Deborah gave me half enough for a
DOSE" and she brought the bit of paper
close to her eyes to read for herself the
directions. The next instant she was
standing in the middle of the room, the
bottle on the floor and her headache en-
tirely forgotten.
"Poisonr' she gasped. mo wonder I
felt worse and worse all the time"
She ran to the window which looked
into Mrs Prescott's yard and called wildly
Help! Help" and when startled face
appeared at an opposite window added
Send for the doctor; I'm poisoned
Mrs Pratt lived at the far end of the
village ten minutes walk from the Mark
ham house Miss Deborah lost no time
on the way and the business was trans
acted without delay; both women were
anxious to get it done, that they might
be free for other matters. Mrs. Pratt
had a long ride before her, and Miss De-
borah did not like to leave Hannah alone
longer than was necessary.
After she left the dressmaker she step
ned briskly along the street on her way
shome. There was no one in sight. except
a man scurrying along far In front OF
her. He disappeared through some gate
way not far from her own, bu the Shrups
leaning over dooryard fences and the
flicker of lights and shadows on the mar
row sidewalk obscured the view and de-
cejved the vision so that she could not be
sure which house had been his destina-
| ton.
."I wonder If that was Ezra Greene.
! Maybe Mrs. Greene is having one of her
bad spells and has sent for Mrs, Prescott.
IL wasn't in such a hurry I'd stop and
! see she thought as she passed the
| Greene house. There was no sign of eX-
element about the place, however, and
| she had 10 time for further speculu-
| tions on Ezra Greene's reasons for haste,
for she saw the DOCTORS team turn into
the village street from one of the cross
| roads leading out into the farming dis
| tricts. Dr. Bascom was on his way home,
| hut i'm answer to call from behind him
| he stopped his horse and turned about on
| the seat of his buggy 70 listen to the
| shouted summons. Then he backed his
horse around and drove no TO the side OF
| the road where man came out to take
charge of his team, while he himself van
! ished as Ezra Greene had done.
"rbere's trouble at the Prescotts'. -
thought Miss Deborah and she began
| to run, but she stopped short when she
came In sight of the Prescott house and
| her own, for her neighbours premises were
deserted, while In her own yard several
| r,cn were gathered about the door talk
| ing earnestly, and 1t was to her hitching
post the doctors horse was tied.
Her pause of estonashment was a brief
one. Then she dashed into the yard.
| through the group of men and into the
kitchen. A woman was stirring some
thing over the fire, and hum of voices
came from the sitting room. Miss De-
bcrah did not stop to question the occu
! pant of the kitchen, who was so inter-
| ested in the contents of her stew pan that
she did not notice Miss Markham's en-
trance.
Mrs. Prescott was standing over the
| lounge with an empty bowl in her hands
There, If it was an acid you've been taxi
| ing there's chance that the soapsuds
will save you" she announced cheerful
| ~ land the sweet odl ought to help you,
whatever the stuff was. Don't you feel
any better yet, Hannah"
feeble groan was the only reply. DR.
Bascom was az a window examining the
contents of a bottle. Suddenly the look
of perpexity on his face changed to a
broad smile; looking up he saw Miss De-
borah in the kitchen door.
"rhis tastes like the bromide I pre-
scribed for you few days ago, Deborah.
How did you happen to ticket 1t this way?
Youve frightened Hannah out OF a year 8
growth and furnished the whole neigh