Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1900-10-23

| Must then choke you to make you
60 quietly? for, hear me. go you shall
alive or dead"
well, then, Z" replied Poots, recovering
himself, II will go, but I'll have you in
prison tonight; and, as for your mother,
I'll not-no, that will not-Mynhser
Philip, depend upon IT,
Mark me, Mynheer Poots," replied
Philip, "as sure as there is God in heav-
en-, II you do not come with me I'll choke
you now; and when you arrive, If you do
not do your best for my poor mother, I'll
murder you there. You know that 1 al
ways do what say, SO now take my adj
vice, come along quietly, and you shall
certainly be paid. and well paid, II I sell
my coat"
This last observation of Philip, perhaps,
bad more effect than even his threats.
Poots was miserable little atom, and like
child In the powerful grasp of the young
man. The DOCTORS tenement was isolated,
and he could obtain no assistance until
within hundred yards of vanderdecken's
cottage; SO Mynhser Poots decided that
he You'd so--aFst, because Philip had
promised 70 pay bin, and secondly because
he could not help 1T.
This point being settled Philip and
MynheAt poots made gil haste to tho cot.
tagei and On their arrival they found bis
mother still In the arms OF two Of her fe.
male neighbors, who were bathing her
temples with vinegar. She was In state
Of CONSEQUENCES, but she could not speak;
Poots ordered her to be carried up staiys
and put to bed, and pouring some aoids
down her throat, hastened away with
Philip to procure the necessary remedies
You will give your mother that direct
~, Mynheer Philip" said Poots, putting
g vial into his band; u will now go to
the child Of ~ buyg6mastei, and viii
attsrwdrd eapS beck 70 your cottage"
"Don's deceive ne, said Philip, with a
threatening look.
mo, no, Mynhser Philip, would NOT
J trust to your hpole vanbtennen for pay.
nent, but you hSye promised, and know
that you always keep your word. In one
hour will be with your mother; but you
Yourself must now DO quick"
Philip fastened home After the potion
had boon administered the bleeding 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 down stairs with her son into
the kitchen.
"Mynheer Philip" said Poots "by AL
lah! have done my best, but must tell
you that have little hopes of your mother
rising from her bed again. She may live
one day OF two days, but not more. 1t is
not my fault. Mynheer Philip" continued
Poots, in deprecating tone
mo, no; it is the will of heaven" re-
piled Philip, mournfully.
And you will pay me, Mynheer Van
derdecken?" continued the doctor, after a
short pause
eyes" replied Philip, In a voice Of
thunder, and starting from reverie.
After moments silence, the doctor re-
commenced:
"Shall come tomorrow, Mynheer Phil
| ips You know that will be 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.
We'll, 1t is as you please. AS soon as
she is dead the cottage and the furniture
will be yours, and you will sell them, of
course. Yes, will come. You will have
plenty of money Mynheer Philip, I
would like the first offer of the cottage, if
1t is to let
Philip raised his arm in the air as if to
crush Mynheer Poots, who retreated to
the corner
II did not mean until your mother was
buried, said Poots, in coaxing tone.
go, wretch, go'' said Philip, covering
his face with his hands, as he sank down
upon the blood stained couch.
After u 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 Exhausted
with the loss of blood, the poor woman
slumbered for many hours, during which
she never let go the hand of Philip, who
watched her breathing in mournful medi-
tation.
1t was about / o'clock in the morning
when the widow awoke She had in a
great degree recovered her voice, and thus
she addressed her son:
My dear, my impetuous boy, and have
detained you here prisoner SO long?"
"My own inclination detained me.
mother. leave you not to others until
you are up and well again.
"That, Philip, / shall never be- feel
that death claims me; and, oh, my son,
were it not for you how should 1 quit this
world rejoicing! have long been dying,
Philip-and long, long have ! prayed for
death"
] "And why so, mothers" replied Philip.
bluntly; GIVE done my BEST
You have, my child, you have: anc
may God bless you for it. Often have j
seen you curb your fiery temper-restrain.
: yourself when justified in wrath-to spare,
mothers feelings. Ills now some days
that even hunger has not persuaded you
to disobey your mother. And, Philip, you
must have thought me mad or foolish to
insist so long, and yet to give no reason
I'll again-directly
The widow turned her head upon the
pillow, and remained quiet for some MN
utes; then, as if revived she resumed:
II believe I have been mad at times
have not, Philip And God knows /
have had secret in my heart enough to
drive wife to frenzy. 1t has oppressed
me day and night, worn my mind, inn
paired my reason, and now, at last, thank