"I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. "Well, it is the weakness, then," said the doctor.
"Is a man worth - but, no, doctor there is nothing of the kind." "A man?" said Sue, with a jew's-harp twang in her voice. "Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?" "She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day." said Sue. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. " And that chance is for her to want to live. "She has one chance in - let us say, ten," he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, grey eyebrow. But Johnsy he smote and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown "places." In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. They had met at the table d'hôte of an Eighth Street "Delmonico's," and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted. One was from Maine the other from California. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony."Īt the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio.
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