Life and letters of WAPassavant, DD. . s. Re-turning, he sat near an open window of the railroad car, con-versing with ~a friend about the losses that death had latelybrought to the ranks of the ministry, but often remarking uponthe beauty of the Spring scenery upon the way. He arrivedhome in the evening about eight oclock. Saturday, just before dinner, he went down town, stop-ping at the Workman office, but returning home at the earlyhour of three o clock. He complained to the servant of feeling illand retired early to bed. Sunday was spent in bed, and onMonday, Sister Catherine from the hosp
Life and letters of WAPassavant, DD. . s. Re-turning, he sat near an open window of the railroad car, con-versing with ~a friend about the losses that death had latelybrought to the ranks of the ministry, but often remarking uponthe beauty of the Spring scenery upon the way. He arrivedhome in the evening about eight oclock. Saturday, just before dinner, he went down town, stop-ping at the Workman office, but returning home at the earlyhour of three o clock. He complained to the servant of feeling illand retired early to bed. Sunday was spent in bed, and onMonday, Sister Catherine from the hospital called, and wastold that he was better. About two oclock on Monday he•went to town to attend to som^ money matters at the FirstNational IBank, but appeared so weak that a friend helped himto Kerns Drug Store, where he could take the street car forhis home. Here the druggist, ]\Ir. Kern, an old friend, struckwith Ills haggard appearance, said: Why, Doctor, you are me send for Dr. Jones. After some protestations, the doc-. RS,V. W. A. PASSAVANT, JR. LAST WEEK, ETC. 577 tor was sent for. He, too, was alarmed, and to the remark,Doctor, you must make me well, for I must be in New York onWednesday, said, Why, Dr. Passavant, you are a very sickman, and dare not think of leaving home. After some medi-cine had been prepared, he offered to take him home in hisbuggy, but to this Dr. Passavant would not listen, saying thathe would send for the physician later if it were necessary,though he did not think it would be. To sister Louisa, whocame to the house from the hospital that evening, he said, hethought he was a little better. On Tuesday, when Sister Louisa came over to the house,she found him writing at his study table, but very weak. Hisvoice could scarcely be heard above a whisper. He went to his meals but showed very little appetite. As yet hehad not sent for the doctor, nor thought the matter of suffi-cient seriousness to recall his wife from the mountains
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