. Outing. otruded threeor four feet into the open air. A yard below the protruding planks wasthe slanting roof of the pantry, and beyondthat was the roof of the coal shed. Tubbshad a sneaking idea that he could make aneat escape via that route and get a com-fortable nights rest at a hotel. He feltdistinctly elated as the prospect seemed toadmit of success. This wore off, however,as he discovered the preposterous ideas hiswife entertained concerning proper sleep-ing costume for patients afflicted with hisbrand of consumption. He objected, butwhen a; length he saw himself in the mir-ror arrayed
. Outing. otruded threeor four feet into the open air. A yard below the protruding planks wasthe slanting roof of the pantry, and beyondthat was the roof of the coal shed. Tubbshad a sneaking idea that he could make aneat escape via that route and get a com-fortable nights rest at a hotel. He feltdistinctly elated as the prospect seemed toadmit of success. This wore off, however,as he discovered the preposterous ideas hiswife entertained concerning proper sleep-ing costume for patients afflicted with hisbrand of consumption. He objected, butwhen a; length he saw himself in the mir-ror arrayed in a pink and white skatingcap and a rainbow design sweater he rea-lized that flight was out of the self-respecting hotel-keeperwould ad-mit him in such a disguise. This is awful, Maria, groaned some of the neighbors shouldsee me sticking out there and take a shotat me? That would be easier than a lingeringdeath, and besides this is no time to be con-sidering risks, said his lie sat on the back steps and ate the prune. Tubbs weakened and peered cautiouslyout of the window. The coast appearedto be clear and he sighed deeply. He fittedthe bed snugly. It was as wide as thewindow would permit, but Tubbs was widealso. When he had finally stretched outhe was afflicted by a sudden fear that itwould give way with him, and he held hisbreath nearly a minute waiting for theshock. Maria, he whispered, Im much bet-ter. I—Im Youre a sick man, Washington, andIm treating you—so keep quiet, was thereply. Oo-oo! Its cold! remarked Tubbs,shivering. I dont think it will snow, though,said Mrs. Tubbs, as she came to the win-dow and took a look at the sky. Tubbs drew up his knees, and they hitthe window casing with a thump. Thenhe rolled over on his back and looked upat the milky way. Something was movingabove him—it resembled a cat on the ridge-pole of the house. If it was a cat he knewhe would have bad dreams. On secondthought he realized it would not, as hepr
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