. Let him assign his policy to me, it's not much of a risk, on
your statement. Well--I'll give him his five thousand dollars, clear."
And he did. Under the advice of this cool-headed--I think I may add
warm-hearted--banker, "The Man with an Aneurism" invested his money in
the name of and for the benefit of his wife in certain securities that
paid him a small but regular stipend. But he still continued upon the
boards of the theatre.
By reason of some business engagements that called me away from the
city, I did not see my friend the physician for three months afterward.
When I did I asked tidings of The Man with the Aneurism. The Doctor's
kind face grew sad. "I'm afraid--that is, I don't exactly know whether
I've good news or bad. Did you ever see his wife?"
I never had.
"Well, she was younger than he, and rather attractive. One of those
doll-faced women. You remember, he settled that life insurance policy
on her and the children: she might have waited; she didn't. The other
day she eloped with some fellow, I don't remember his name, with the
children and the five thousand dollars."
"And the shock killed him," I said with poetic promptitude.
"No--that is--not yet; I saw him yesterday," said the Doctor, with
conscientious professional precision, looking over his list of calls.
"Well, where is the poor fellow now?"
"He's still at the theatre. James, if these powders are called for,
you'll find them, here in this envelope. Tell Mrs. Blank I'll be there
at seven--and she can give the baby this until I come. Say there's no
danger. These women are an awful bother! Yes, he's at the theatre
yet. Which way are you going? Down town? Why can't you step into my
carriage, and I'll give you a lift, and we'll talk on the way down?
Well--he's at the theatre yet. And--and--do you remember the
'Destruction of Sennacherib?' No? Yes you do. You remember that
woman in pink, who pirouetted in the famous ballet scene! You don't?
Why, yes you do! Well, I imagine, of course I don't know, it's only a
summary diagnosis, but I imagine that our friend with the aneurism has
attached himself to her."
"Doctor, you horrify me."
"There are more things, Mr. Poet, in heaven and earth than are yet
dreamt of in your philosophy. Listen. My diagnosis may be wrong, but
that woman called the other day at my office to ask about him, his
health, and general condition. I told her the truth--and she FAINTED.
It was abou
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