She wa'n't a young girl, an' she had a face humbly 'nough to keep her awake nights, but she had some sense, an'-- 'You'd bether run fer the docther,' she says, when she see the state my wife was in.

You better believe I done the heat of my life," said David, "an' more luck, the doctor was home an' jest finishin' his tea.

His house an' office wa'n't but two three blocks off, an' in about a few minutes me an' him an' his bag was leggin' it fer my house, though I noticed he didn't seem to be 'n as much of a twitter 's I was.

He ast me more or less questions, an' jest as we got to the house he says: "'Has your wife had any thin' to 'larm or shock her this evenin' ?' "'Nothin' 't I know on,' I says, ''cept I bought her a new bunnit that didn't seem to come quite up to her idees.' At that," remarked Mr.
Harum, "he give me a funny look, an' we went in an' upstairs.
"The hired girl," he proceeded, "had got her quieted down some, but when we went in she looked up, an' seein' me, set up another screech, an' he told me to go downstairs an' he'd come down putty soon, an' after a while he did.
"'Wa'al ?' I says.
"'She's quiet fer the present,' he says, takin' a pad o' paper out o' his pocket, an' writin' on it.
"'Do you know Mis' Jones, your next-door neighbor ?' he says.

I allowed 't I had a speakin' acquaintance with her.
"'Wa'al,' he says, 'fust, you step in an' tell her I'm here an' want to see her, and ast her if she won't come right along; an' then you go down to my office an' have these things sent up; an' then,' he says, 'you go down town an' send this'-- handin' me a note that he'd wrote an' put in an envelope--'up to the hospital--better send it up with a hack, or, better yet, go yourself,' he says, 'an' hurry.