A SEPTEMBER CHILL 



herself would be coming across the fields presently, 

 bringing the sunrise with her. By Jove, &quot; I d 

 walk over and meet her.&quot; But when I looked 

 into the little mirror I changed my mind, and 

 calling the dog, I went down to the pool and had 

 an early bath. By this and other devices I man 

 aged to fill in the time until I saw the muslin skirt 

 and the Florentine hat glancing in the perspective, 

 and, as I live, the Doctor was with her, and was 

 carrying her milk-pail. He had come up the night 

 before and stopped at the Hotchkiss house. He 

 looked me all over with a quick glance, and said : 



&quot; What have you been doing ? You look as 

 melancholy as if you had been editing a comic 

 paper.&quot; 



As Griselle slipped into the house, I told him. 



&quot; It s anxiety. I ve got to move to-day. 

 Going to the city. Nature cure no good. 

 Theory don t work. Nature played out. Had 

 an attack. Just where I was when I started. If 

 I must shufBe off&quot;, I propose to do it where my 

 last moments will be cheered with the strains 

 of a hand-organ, and they can put me up in ice 

 for keeps.&quot; 



He did not pay much attention to my words. 

 He was reading my condition and let me run on. 



&quot; Couldn t possibly stick it out here all winter. 

 In fact, I ve come to the conclusion that I would 

 rather go to the city and die than stay here and 

 live.&quot; 



&quot;All right,&quot; he said; &quot;that s easy. Did you 

 make up your mind since last night ? &quot; 



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