Judge — November 8, 1884 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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we THE JUDGE. n And for long months no meat table. He went in for the cold water cu nd for a time everything in the house was constantly saturated with the chilly fluid, but nothing seemed to dis- } turb the ent Mrs. Phester. He got the ri und she packed him in flannel and brown paper, just as carefully as she enveloped him with the cold com press. [think it all went in in the day’s work with her, and she did not mind. Once an idea took possession of his so-called in- tellect, and the idea was that he would die on the seventeenth of March, it being the forty-seventh anniversary of his birth. Tt was then only January, so he had ample time to make his preparations. — Ilis first care was to engage a footman, who was almost in the last sts of consumption. To ascertained from the physicians that the unfortunate man could not last longer, probably not as y i Mrs. Ph every ¢ ration, very much with Mr. Phester, and encouraged to perform any little services for him that his strength ld allow of. “Por,” observed Mr. arn all my ways, and as rs about me, I will have at least one faithful servant to precede me, or perhaps to accompany me on the seven- teenth of March.” But it was not to be so, ran ay the footman expired only on the night of the sixteenth, but his master did not follow him on the seventeenth, and many a March has passed since then,’ and still Mr. Phester 1s on the face of the earth, nursing his old-established ailments, and inventing new ones, For some years past he has been con: y informing me, that he had no left lung, yesterday he dropped in with Mrs, Phester to tell me that he had no lung left, but he did not seem at all especially inconvenienced by this little cir- cumsta Ife also told me his feet were covered with chilbains, which was a certain | symptom th ol gout was flying | — about his system. Adding, that suppressed tell you how the precaution has gout, when it took to flight or to flying, was | longed, I will not say preserved, my life. ew moments | be sensible of a very much to be dreaded, He was kind | To this incoherent addre about the third | to say he would not wonder if [had | reply ina few little gasps li nof my waistcoat, Tat once called | a mild description of suppressed gout flying | “ah!” and“ indeed.” nd told her, but our united about me also, 1 could not help feeling | cleared the place where his lun, efforts were insnflicient to dislodge the in- gratified, as IT know that the greatest proof | and went on. trod rit for my physician. If you Mr. Phester can give of his esteem, is to} “As by this gement I have counter: will believe me, he actually threw discredit credit anyone else with the possession of one | acted the proverbial _unsteadlin of his pet ailments. weather-cock, T can always calcu Ido not think Lever heard him make so | certainty on southerly wind. Ned in further advice with the same handsome a speech to anyone, not even to | now place my hat in an exactly similar posi- result. My sufferings became intolerable. | | Mrs. Phester herself. I fancied she looked | tion on my head. ‘ormerly I used to be I could not rest day or night, and I soon a little hurt, so I tried to turn the conver ed to turn it round and round, so as to | found th one fly only, but of the on my statements, Said the fly was not » with and if he was, that he could not buzz. tion by mentioning the weather, rashly re- | place the ventilators in a proper position four or five. I believe ! should have died, | | marking that the wind had changed. with regard to the wind, A well and eare- had it not been for Dr. Collin, Twas recom: || my dear Miss Tompkins,” said Mr. Phester | fully ventilated hat is a necessity to every » to him, and [ went. Mrs. gent, me. It nev to suffer acutely fre weathe: Ile understood dministerred acap- ider, The indus- web at once, and s netted and devoured my But then came the part that agnant to my: feelin, The jet and unobtrusive, and I is my saviour and benefactor. All my better nature rose inarms, when Dr. , at least not for | right thinking man, While I was for for me no’ turn my hat round and round nthe variati with every breeze that blew, my he cock, but I have now little better than a weather-coch ‘There isa weathe have steadied it, and my ven site to my window with an absurd animal on the one way. Know Dr, torment the top of it. An animal that is neither a | Tompkins?” was really rey fish, nor a dragon, but appe eof | This sudden question put me rather on spider was ¢ the nature of both. I confess I could nev my t pends, but I stammered out an in- looked on i 1 whether its head or its tail was | distinet negative reply intended as the inc or of the direction in continued Mr. VI Coflin declared [must swallow a powder which the wind blew. 1, how ter con- ys consult him now, Curious whieh would be instantly fatal to the faith- sideration, came to the conclusion it must be | thing it was led me to go to him first. It ful little creature which had so nobly ful- the tail, a8 any animal not possessing sufli- | happened this way: Feeling faint and thirsty filled its mission, I would never have con- cient instinct and sagacity to turn its tail to | one very warm summer day, | went to my sented if the Dr. had not fairly represented the wind hardly deserves to have a head, | dining-room that if 1 would not consent to swal- my case at once sule containir trious little insect spun ina very few d lass of water to me, Being sati on this point, and finding the | side-board low two daily » poor spider must south wind suits me best, Le anactive owed it, th dic I no youth to ascend the weath nd tie Thad seen a fly in 1 lor I felt it would be too much to the tail firmly to the south. M kon heed of at Phester aud not first, | expect of m comicbooks.com