Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1909-01-01

By o. HENRY.


81 crazy and broken themselves into
small strips called places. These
places make strange angles and curves.
One street crosses itself a time or two.
An artist once discovered valuable
possibility in this street. Suppose a
collector with bill for paints. paper
and canvas should in trayersing this
route suddenly meet himself coming
back without a cent having been paid
on account
So to quaint old Greenwich village
the art people soon came proving.
hunting for north windows and eight
eenth century gables and Dutch attics
and low rents. Then they imported
some pewter mugs and a chatting dish
or two from Sixth avenue and became
colony"
At the top Of a squatty three story
brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio
Johnsy was familiar for Joanna One
was from Maine. the other from Cal
ifornia. They had met at the table
dhOte of an Eighth street 'Delmon-
icos' and found their tastes in art,
chicory salad and bishop sleeves so
congenial that the joint studio resulted
That was in May In November a
cold, unseen stranger, whom the doc
tors called Pneumonia. stalked about
the colony, touching one here and there
with his icy finger over on the east
side this ravager strcde boldly. smit-
ing his victims by scores. but his feet
trod slowly through the maze Of the
narrow and moss grown places.
Mi Pneumonia was not what you
would call a chivalric old gentleman
A mite Of a little woman with blood
Trimmed by California zephyrs was hard
ly fair game for the red listed. short
breathed Old duGer Bat Johnsy he
smote, and she lay, scarcely moving.
on her painted iron bedstead. looking
through the small Dutch windowpanes
at the blank side Of the next brick
house
One morning the busy doctor invited
Sue into the hallway with a shaggy
gray eyebrow
she has one chance in. let US say.
ten he said as he shook down the
mercury in his clinical thermometer.
and that chance is for her to want
to live This way people have of lin
ing UP Oh The side of the undertaken
makes the entire pharmacopoeil look F.
silly. Your little lady has made mp
her mind that she's not going to get
Well. Has she anything on her minl|
"She-she wanted to paint the bay
Of Naples some day" said Sue.
paint? Bosh, Has she anything on
her mind worth thinking about twice
a man, for Instances"
= man?' sail Sue with q jewsharp
twang In her voice is man worth
But no. doctor, there is nothing Of tbs
kind"
"WeN. it is the weakness. then" said
The doctor. II viii do all Chat science.
50 far as it may filter through my eff
'orts. can accomplish. But whenever +
ny patient begins to count the car
'iages in her funeral procession l sub.
ract 80 per cent from the curative
,ower Of medicines If you win get
Ter to ask one question about the new
winter styles in cloak sleeves / win
,romise you Il one in FIVE chance for
Ter instead Of one in ten"
After the doctor had gone Sue went
nto the workroom and cried a Japa-
ese napkin to Il pulp Then she swag
cred into .Johnsy's room with her
rawing board. whistling ragtime
JOhnsy lay. scarcely making Il ripple
nder the bedclothes, with her face to-
ard the window. Sue stopped wills >
ing. thinking she was asleep.
She arranged her board and began a
en- and ink drawing to illustrate a
lagazine story. Young artists must
ave their way 20 art by drawing pic .
Tres for magazine stories that young I
lthors write TO pave their way to |
terature.
AS Sue was sketching a pair of ele- 4"
INT horse show riding trousers and a
onocle on the figure Of the hero. an L
Iaho cowboy, she heard low sound - !,
veral times repeated. She went :,
lickly to the bedside. u
eyes were open wide. She
as looking out the window and count .
g-counting backward. -
Twelve" she said. and little later Il
leven." and then ten" and "nine."
ID then eight and seven" almost W
gether.
Sue looked solicitously out the win 4,
w. What was there to count? There ~
as only bare. dreary yard to be Ct
en- and the blank side of the brick 10
use twenty feet away. An old. old a.
Y vine gnarled and decayed at the 60
OTIS climbed halfway up the brick of
ILL., The cold breath of autumn had "
'icken its leaves from the vine until M
skeleton branches chung almost
re to the crumbling bricks. m
What is it. dear?' asked Sue -
Six" said Johnsy in almost whis- q
T. They're falling faster now.
rec days ago there were almost 4
ndred. 1t made my head ache to =
unit them. But now it's easy. There h
es another one. There are only five
t now" A.
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