. Stories of a country doctor . waits for death to come and claim his own, when sheexpects to enjoy hfe. Death does come at last andcalls upon the poor, foolish old codger to kick thebucket. I have seen those heartless and almost headless 3oung fillies flit about the house in a restless wayand look in occasionally as if to note how near they areto pay day—the pay day for which they soldthemselves in their beautiful and gushing young girlhood;and, when the last hour came and the toothless old mar- i n e r washeading forthe shining:s h o r e, Ihave seenthose sameheartlessthings standaround andh
. Stories of a country doctor . waits for death to come and claim his own, when sheexpects to enjoy hfe. Death does come at last andcalls upon the poor, foolish old codger to kick thebucket. I have seen those heartless and almost headless 3oung fillies flit about the house in a restless wayand look in occasionally as if to note how near they areto pay day—the pay day for which they soldthemselves in their beautiful and gushing young girlhood;and, when the last hour came and the toothless old mar- i n e r washeading forthe shining:s h o r e, Ihave seenthose sameheartlessthings standaround andh u m p an dshrug theirshoulders and DEATH DOES COME, AT LAST. try t O squeeze the bag of their affections for just a little lach-rymal moisture ; but never a tear. T have never had but one case in which I felt surethat my patient was killed outright while under mytreatment; but I am so sure of it that I am going to tellabout it. In my early practice in a southwest Missouri townI made the acquaintance of a man whom I shall call. 352 Did He Kill His Wife? Jack. Jack came west from Pennsylvania in the greatimmigration after our late civil war. He was a shoe-maker by trade and a born villain. He was born andreared in the slums of London. He was about five feetfour in height, bow-legged, hump shouldered, snaggletoothed, and had a face as mean as old Ouilps. He wasup in dog lights, cock fights, prize fights and allmanner of brutal and inhuman meanness. He took thelowest class of illustrated papers and sat and gloatedover their blood} records and obscene pictures by thehour. He kept one of those white, English bull dogsfor his inseparable companion. The dog had a head onhim like a sausage grinder, a split in his upper lipthrough whicli his teeth shone, and his tail looked likean animated and abreviated crow-bar. When you en-tered Jacks shop and found him on his bench with BilP(that was the dogs name) sitting by his side,you mentally exclaimed: Twins! as sure as I amalive. There was a
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