Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1900-05-31

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are more or less blind, and il is toe
late now"
Here Mr. Jobson studied the ceiling
sadly for "a space, while Mrs. Jobsor
walked to the window and wondered
if the doctor would never come.
give said lot of things in anger
that l feel now as if 1 should have cut
my tongue out before saying" went
on Mr.. Jobson, folding his hands over
the bed coverings and looking prefer
naturally peaceful, land I've let the
million and one little kind things
you've done for me all these years &c
unnoticed and unspoken of. But never
mind. I've always meant well, and
can only hope that you'll remember
in the after years whatever few little
good traits I may have possessed, in
stead of dwelling in your thoughts up
on my meanness to you"
"Mean?" began Mrs. Jobson, sob
bingly. "Who ever said you were"
But Mr.. Jobson waved aside with a
movement Of his right arm whatever
she intended to say.
"The time is short, fear, my dear
he said, land there are a number OF
matters l ought to speak of. l think
I will leave you pretty fairly provided
for. OF course, everything I have goes
to you. The life insurance is all paid
up, and my affairs are in good shape
AS say, have felt this typhoid com
ing over me for some time past, and
I've been Strengthening out my affairs
during the past week or so. Now
there's one thing want to say
You're still a comparatively young
and handsome woman-no, no, no
don't interrupt me-and I'm not such
mean proposition as to ask you to
promise me that you'll never marry
again. / think that man who'd make
his wife promise that 'ud steal sheep
You won't want for admirers, little
woman, and nothing nd please me bet
ter than to have you pick out some
square, upright man-nOt a pesky old
crank like me-who'd take care OF you
and give you a much better home than
I've ever been able to provide for you
and marry him. Of course, 1t would
be well for you to wait a proper
length of time after my"
Just then there was loud ring al
the front door bell, and Mrs. JObsor
hurried downstairs, with her handker
chief still at her eyes.
"Mercy on us!" exclaimed the ole
family physician, busting in, whats
all this? Jobson on the point Of disso
luton again, Ell? Come, come, come
this won't do! Where is the man.
I'll Just look him over and have him
playing hop-scotch with the boys out
in front by tomorrow morning"
GLOW are you, doc? said Mr.. Job
son, when the physician entered the
room. 81 guess I'm a little beyond
you this time-typhoid, beyond
doubt, as you'll see in minute. I've
told the little woman about it, so thai
YOU won't have the bother of breaking
it to her. Now, I'd like to have yor
tell me, as nearly as you can, how
long I've got to"
flush, tush! Let me see youl
tongue, man." said the old medica
man, and then he produced his little
thermometer and raped Mr.. Jobsor
over the heart, and put his ear to Mr.
Jobsons chest, and did all kinds o
things peculiar to medical men to Mr.
Jobson. Then he leaned back in hi'
chair, unfolded his features and his
voice, and emitted one long, lout
laugh, which caused Mr.. Jobson to si'
up in bed with an expression Of wratf
on his face.
Say" he inquired, "d'ye think thi'
kind O. things exactly fitting in thu
chamber of a man who's about t.
pass in his"
"Tut, TUT" said the old doctor, hold
ing his sides. you've a diminutive
microscopic touch of the grip, man
and by tomorrow morning, if yol
take what I'll leave here for you, you'll
be as right as trivet and as militan
as ever"
Mr.. Jobson turned over on his side
sulkily, and looked at the wall. Whe1
Mrs. Jobson tiptoed in ten minutes
later, after letting the doctor out, sh'
found him sound asleep, and he slep
right on until morning. when ne go
up, dressed and ate three lamb chop
and eight buckwheat cakes and dranl
two and half cups of coffee.
"By jung" said he, with a sheepisl
look at Mrs. Jobson, when he wa
half through breakfast, chat old doc
tor of ours is wonder, isn't he
Grip, Ell? BY the way, ] was bi
off my head when | came home yester
day afternoon, wasn't sort O. delir
ious? vaguely remember saying
some things that were sort O. wooz,
md mushy and"
ooh, was too worried about you tt
eally hear what you said" replied
FRS. Jobson. mentally praying for for
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