Judge — October 13, 1883 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. WE are once more at home domiciled un- der our own vine and fig tree as it were, and Treally think New York is as good a place as any after all. Little Kathleen is well | and rosy, the house is in perfect order | (thanks to Dinah) and the only drawback to complete happiness is the want of a new | cloak, and the fact that Heraclitus is on crutches. Of course I can’t institute pr ceedings for a manteau till he is on his ain, for it requires no end of thinking and shopping to decide upon so important a matter us an outside garment for winter, and Heraclitus does behave so unreasonably that | it takes all my patience and most of my time | to keep him in anything like a serene frame of mind. If he'd taken proper care of himself he might have been as well as anybody, but he | was careless and caught cold, and’ that was | really the cause of all the trouble, though I th could make | He went up to Lenox to bring us home, and arrived there just in time to attend the theatricals, He didn’t want to go out when the time came, but Mrs. Harrison's | lay had been so much talked about that no- ly of any consequence would miss the performance, and when he saw how de mined I was he finally concluded to accon pany me. After we got there he complain- | ed of being chilly and kept asking if I wasn’t | tired and if I didn’t want to go home. was having such a beautiful time that 1.) didn’t notice how. pale he till he said emphatically that he couldn’t’ stand it any longer and must get home and go to bed. 1 told mama and aunt Pen, and soon we were in the carriage bound for home, but Hera- clitas was shivering sothut I was quite alarmed about him and told him he mu: have a hot foot bath before going to bed, | which, as everybody knows, is the proper thing to do under such circumstances. He rather feebly opjected, but I didn’t pay much attention to what he said, and when we gut to our room he was in such a chill that he planked himself down in the big arm-chair, and without a word allowed us to prepare him for the fray.. Marie filled the foot-tub with water from the pipes, but us he didn’t howl or make a fuss when he put his feet in, I knew it wasn’t warm enough to do him ony good. He expostulated a little, but I sent her down into the kitchen to see if the waterket- tle was boiling and she soon appeared with | it steaming, in her hand. I told Heraclitus | to rest his feet on the sides of the tub whilo | I poured some of the boiling water in. He | obeyed (for a wonder), but how it happened I never knew. My wrist twisted in the most unexpected manner, the xettle gave a larch | tu one side, letting the stream fall on his foot and ankle, and it took the skin off in less than a minute. Such an excitement no one ever saw. Heraclitus yelled and swore and danced hkea madman. Marie called on the Virgin and all the saints, and mama commenced to scold me. I was half scared to death, and began tory. They sent immediately for our own doctor, who happened to be at’ Len- ox too, but before he arrived we had Hera- clitus in t Ile was so crazy with the pain that he forgot all about his chill and was in a profuse perspiration, Of course I felt terribly. Remorse was gnawing at my very itals, and { knew they all blamed me, all but Heraclitus, who found time during his sufferings to kiss me and tell me not to worry, for he knew I couldn’t Ip it. Thad just made up my mind that I'd never say another word if he stayed out playing poker half the nights in the week, when the doctor came and affairs assumed a different aspect. After he'd asked about a hundred questions and had put something on the foot to stop the | pain, he came around to the other tile of the bed where I lay curled up weeping, p: ted me on the head and said, ** there, there, don’t cry; you didn’t do such a bad thing after all “The remedy was a pretty severe one, but Idon’t know of anything else that would have produced such an instantancous effect. His chill is broken, he is in a perspiration | and for a few days he'll have to stay in bed, | where he belongs. You know it would be | impossible to Keep him there if he could walk. I don’t doubt that the contents of the teakettle have saved him froma more or less severe illn ” When Heraclitus heard this he said he had a very impor off, and he'd got to be in New York the next day dead or alive—then groaned and went on so that I told him that I never saw anything as un- ple as a man in all my life. ‘Then he flew into a passion and said he'd like to see what I’d do under similar circum- stances. For reply I just picked up the ket- Tims is a portrait of Mle Adelaide Christina } Screechlow, who will appear at the Metropolitan Opera Houe during the coming operatic seascn. tle that had been forgotten, held both it and my foot out to him (though I nearly fell in ‘ying to do it) und told |\im to pour away, and he’d see how I’d bebuve. I did it half in fun, but be gave me such a look that I dropped the kettle, put my arms around his neck and asked him to forgive me; since which time I haven’t spoken a cross word to him, though goodness knows I’ve had plenty of provoraticn. t was several days before he was able to think of coming home, and before we started the story of how Mrs. Pennyfeather burn- ed her husband while giving him a foot bath, was all over town, At first we tried to keep it quiet, but it soon leaked out and everybody I saw had eomething facetious to say on the subject. I don’t see anything funny about it. It isn’t very pleasant to cee one’s husband around on crutches, and besides it has upset all my plans for shopping and sewing. As I before remarked, Heraclitus be- haves very unreasonably and doesn’t prop- e the fact ‘that the burn acted -irritant and probably saved him from a fit of sickness. I’ve called his atten- tion to what the doctor said about this sev- eral times, but he says the remedy is a y e ever could be, and he gets so wrathy about it, that I actually be- lieve he thinks I’ve done something dread- ful; whereas I have really been the means of curing him of a cold that he canght through his own carel ss. To be sure I did it unintentionally, but that is no reason why I should not receive a Jittle credit for it.” 1 vowed I wouldn’t speak a cross word to him till he got well, and I won’t, if it kills me. Thank goodness the doctor says in a few days he will use his feet as well as ever. Till then I’ll try to possess in patience both the tongue and the soul of PENELOPE PENNYFEATHER. Washington Gossip. ay ovk OWN Luan Tox, D. C., Oct. 4. Your correspondent, ever alive to your in- terests, although the credit yod give to, and the encouragement you bestowon his efforts are meagre in the extreme; and, still further, although methinks you take a long time ma- king the promised raise in your correspond- ent’s sulary—[we stop the press right here to inform our very fresh young friend that the raise he'll get pretty soon will be from the toe of our official boot, and we'll not take along time making our mind up about it unless he at once and forever ceases to thrust his unimportant, puerile private affairs into his journalistic meanderings.—Ep. Jupas.) —sought and gained an interview with the Corean Ambassador, His Excellency Tok Chee Ung Poo. He belongs to one of the first families of Corea, and his aunt’s mother- in-law does the Empress’s plain sewing, so that it may be said he is distantly connect- ed with the second cousin of the half-moon. Before entering the room in which His Regal Luminosity enclosed ‘his ambassadorial person, your correspondent was told to take off his boots—socks were not insisted on—or off! Upon the door being opened, he was requested to bow thrice, his forehead fouch- ing the floor on each occasion, then to walk on his hands half across the room, and wind up the performance by turning a flip-flap, and squatting, tailor-fushion, in front of the sofa on which His Oriental Highcockoloram was reclining. Performing these diverse Wasnt feats in the graceful manner for which your ts comicbooks.com