The Brunswick daily news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1903-1906, 1903-05-24
PHILIP D/XONS GAME LEG.


with vOluble tale of woe:
IF you please, sir, Mr.. Dixon had q
nasty haccident halter luncheon to-
day, sir; he fell down stairs, sir, and
damaged himself rather serious. He's
now confined TO his bed sir, but he'll
too much pain to see no one helse. And
| do 'ope as you'll indooce him to see
a DOCTOR sir; which I've been wanting
to send for one hall this hafternoon.
But he won't let me. He's very obsti-
nate at times, is Mr.. Philip. Will you
step this way, sir?"
Libstock stepped that way, which
was up to Dixon's bedroom. He found
his friend In bed, looking very much
shaken.
lawfully sorry to hear of your acct
dent, old man." he said. 81 hope it's
nothing serious"
"No-o-o! | say. is the door shut?"
demanded Dixon, in a hoarse whisper
Libstock replied in the affirmative.
Il must tell you the truth" said
Dixon, who was evidently in a state
OF extreme agitation. I'm not hurt a
bit My accident was all a sham. But
that's quite minor matter. Libstock,
an awful-a terrible thing has hap
pened. Miss Vining has accepted me"
Accepted your" cried Libstock,
turning as pale as death.
Eyes, she has accepted me, in spite
r,f Go
that she has been in love with me
for long while. ! wish to heaven
had known 1t before was fool enough
to write to her. But there's her let
tex Read 1t for yourself"
He tossed it over to LiJstock, who
took 1t up in his trembling fingers,
and read this:
My Dear Mr.. Dixie Your letter
has made ne very happy. have cared
for Sou--y0d can't think how long aid
how truly. Please come and see me
at once. Your loving MABEL"
TITS an awful position-isn't H?''
calculated Dixon, wiping the perspira-
tion from his forehead. "feu can't
think what my feelings were when
that letter came. OF course, II was
out of the question that could go and
see her. So | made a show of falling
down stairs and tanning myself in Or
der that | might be confined to my
| bed and thus debarred from all pos
sible chance of an interview, while |
am turning over in my mind what is
to be done to escape from this terrible
situation"
Just then came q loud ring at the
front door bell.
That's she. l know it's She" Dix
on almost shrieked, so great was his
agitation. Don't let her come up
here. l won't see her l."
Libstock went to the door. There
stood Mrs. Blake, bearing a note upon
a salver.
IT'S from her" he said How we'll
| know her dear writing. Another
love letter! Oh DiXon!" with a deep
drawn groan) "if only you had the
sense to know your own luclt!"
MY Dearest One-I am so grieved to
hear of your accident. Mamma says
shall she come and nurse you? Your
devoted MABEL"
Luck? Do you call this luck?"
calculated Dixon. almost beside him
self with agitation. Here, give me
paper and pencil. quick. and that copy
OF the Field to write upon. Come and
nurse me, indeed! l must put a stop
per on that at once. Let me see.
What lie can tell? All, have it."
And he hastily scrubbed these
words:
ut is too sweet of your dear moth
or. But | already have two trained
nurses. And the doctor says he won't
answer for my life if am allowed to
see any one. Your affectionate
PHILIP"
This mendacious epistle. after being
duly sealed up in an envelope, was
handed to Mrs Blake for delivery to
the young pusson," who was waiting
for the hanswer."
Shortly afterwards Libstock. in the
depths of gloom and despair, took his
departure. leaving the unfortunate
Dixon to bear his situation as best
he might. He had got his friend into
The hole. But he did not appear to
feel that there was any obligation on
his part to get him out of it again.
He was thinking only of himself and
his own departed dream of happiness.
! No such selfish being on the earth as
disappointed lover!
Dixon remained in his bedroom for a
week, during which he had notes daily
from Mabel Vining. each of which rem
dered him more frantic than the last.
He must write and tell her the truth.
resembling all former fairy tales. He
dared not He must. At last he nerved
himself to write the difficult letter.
1T will be a fearful blow to her." he
eoliioquized. She will say-and tru-
ly-that have behaved awfully bad
~ hope it won't break her heart |
dread resolving her reply more than /
can say"
Break her heart! Not a bit of it.
Miss Winnings reply was of the most
cheerful description. Here it is in ex-
tense:
MY rsar Mr.. Dxon--It's all right.
Don't apologize. Mr.. Libstock was
very tiresome. and Alfred and I de-