The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-06-03


the last time, nor
There was slamming Of doors and
q scurry of feet on the. stairs. There
was also CLEAN Of wrath in a pair
IF fine black eyes and smile of amuse-
ment in pair of tranquil blue ones.
The question and answer had been re-
peated so often that they had lost
much of their significance and all of
their romance.
Before the young attorney had gone
half block he halted abruptly, turned
and retraced his steps. Louise had
meanwhile taken up a ponderous tome
on nervous diseases and was intent
on the study Of perplexing case when
series of vociferous sneezes greeted
her from the outer office.
II didn't come here to make a fool
of myself" Mr. Holme began, as he
thrust his head in at the door, Il
came to get you to dose me up. 1 have
taken a wretched cold-sneezed seventy
times by the clock this afternoon, and
ache all over in spots as if 1 had been
sleeping on rock pile. Now don't
you dare tell me that it is the grip"
Poke out your tongue, little boy.
Here, you may smoke up while 1 count
your pulse" and she placed the bulb
of tiny thermometer beneath his
tongue. Call it what you like, but it
is influenza, just the same, with danger
Of pneumonia, heart disease and other
complications. Go straight home this
minute and have your mother make
you a barrel of hot lemonade with a
big stick in it. Boil your feet for an
hour and then turn into bed and stay
there until you sweat it out. Yes, and
you must take one of these every two
hours" and the woman counted out
twelve huge tablets.
"All right, doctor. I'd as soon die
by your hand as by that of any other
member of your murderous profession.
BY the way, you must have me well
before TriX comes. SO you were in
earnest when you said l must fall in
love with her?'
Certainly, and marry her-if she'll
have you. She looks exactly as 1 did
y
ago. Trix is eighteen and ought to
have no difficulty in curing you of your
ridiculous infatuation for an old maid
of thirty. l neglected to tell you that
she will arrive tomorrow instead of
next week"
"And 1 neglected to tell you that
have already met your niece" her
companion returned in tone that
seemed to her as unnecessarily flip
pant. "She was in the same sleeper
with me when l went from Albany to
Boston last week. While the porter
was making up her berth she came and
sat with me, and of course we chatted.
/ recognized her by her resemblance to
you, and had no difficulty in verifying
my suspicion. I'm afraid / should
hav, fallen in love with her on the
spot If it had not been for the con-
temptible disloyalty to you"
Nonsense" Louise calculated. eco
home and take your medicine or you
won't be able to see her tomorrow
evening" and she resumed her study
as if she were quite alone. For an
hour after the door closed behind her
too persistent lover, she tried to read.
For some unaccountable reason the
words conveyed no meaning. A SEN
tence that any other time would have
been perfectly lucid had to be read
again and again before she could grasp
its significance. At length, disguised
with herself, she threw aside the book,
ordered her carriage and went out to
make some professional calls. When
she returned it was quite dark and the
telephone was ringing furiously. 1t
was Mrs. Holne, and in voice full of
excitement she announced that Ber-
nard was Ill, in rigging fever, and that
he was geing en- like crazy man.