This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888. Excerpt: ... wheels was on the carriage way below, and he opened the door and went toward the stairs, hastening his steps as he heard Mr. Morris's voice in the hall, and then, a moment later, an unaccountable confusion, --heavy feet, and a sound as if something were being lifted in. He was in the hall in a moment, throwing off Mr. Morris's hand which had tried to check him with a--"Don't, Roger It's too much for you, my boy." What was too much? Jacob was there, and two other men whose faces he did not know, who bore between them his father's insensible figure. "In here," Miss Flint said, as they hesitated a moment, and she threw open the door into his mother's room, while Roger, shocked and silent, followed them, and stood there too bewildered by the fresh calamity even to think what must be done. "He aint dead; he aint dead," Jacob said. "It's a stroke; but it took him in less 'n a minute." "Go for the doctor," Miss Flint said. "Don't stand there talking, but go, I tell you," and Jacob made haste to obey. "It's a mere temporary thing," Mr.' Morris said, after he had helped to lay him comfortably in the bed. "I thought at first he had been killed at that crossing, like poor Babbitt not long ago. This can't be anything serious. Never saw him look better than he did this morning, in spite of everything. It's a little tough to have everything coming at once." Roger was bending over his father anxiously, but the closed eyes and labored breathing held small encouragement. "Jacob may not find Dr. Jackson," he said. "Isn't there anybody else?" "Yes; a young fellow at the mills, --McCombie, you know; a smart fellow too," Mr. Morris said. "I '11 go for him, Roger. The more the better in such a case," and he hurried out, glad to escape from a place which seemed given over to tro...