Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 44: what you’re looking at

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1 “Sick and in Prison. we Os 39 88 ‘honlah she outa livef If you want breakfast this morn- - ing, Mr. Fisher, you may get it yourself. I’m going out.” ~~ “Where ?” | : “To Rockledge, for a doctor.” “Must we have a doctor? Consider the expense, J udith! Tm a poor man, and doctors are aed expensive. Must we have a doctor ?” He caught her dress with that piteous whine—changed i in _a few hours from a savage tyrant to a cringing slave through _ the influence of abject terror. The woman plucked her skirt away, with a look of grim contempt. Yes, we must have a doctor, and nine and a nurse, and port wine, and beef-tea, and chicken broth, and jellies,” she replied, with a stony satisfaction: “and you shall pay for all, and be thankful if they save you from the gallows. I don’t think you will be in such a hurry to lock any one up “<an garrets again, Mr. Fisher.” “Don’t tell the doctor, about that! !” exclaimed Peter Fisher in a fresh paroxysm of terror. “You don’t know what he might do if he heard it. And ‘the girl may die! Don’t tel him, Judith—my good Judith—and I—I’ll be a friend to -you ‘all your life!” ip i et udith’s only reply was a Triok of “ineffable scorn,” as she stalked by, in stony silence, to her own apartment. — Through rain and wind, in the:bleak dawn, the old woman made her way to Rockledge, routed out the most experienced doctor in the place, and sent him in his gig te Fisher’s Folly. | For herself, she strode back, unmindful of wet and mud, and arrived just-as the physician was leaving. | ae serious attack of brain fever,” the doctor said, gravely —“a very serious.attack. Pray what shock had Miss Mallory _ received to bring it on?’ Old Peter Fisher fidgeted and looked everywhere but in ee questioner’s stern eyes. . “How can I tell?’ he said, querulously. “What do you be think? Is she lhkely to recover ?” : “She may, she has youth and a superb constitution to be- _ friend her; but I tell you seriously this is a. very dangerous case, and may end in death or insanity. She requires the most devoted nursing by night and day, the tenderest care— eare which this old woman is not constituted to give her. You must procure an experienced nurse, Mr. Fisher.” : at “Will it do to-morrow?’ gasped the terrified old man. “I *s _—TI expect a friend to- day, and I want to consult with him. Will to-morrow do? es “Tt must, if you say so. I will be here to-morrow, and | oe =o ore: day, and do my utmost for my patient. ‘Poor little va ” Eomicbhooks,..co . ‘