Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1856-05-02
"Mrs. Timmsis very fond of gaiety,'

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But then, Grantham. we're old fellows
the worlds gone ahead precious fast since
we were young men. And hayen'tthe
heart to speak to her on the subject
poor child yoked to an old fogy like me. "
| And the old doctor cleared his voice
once or twice with energy.
81 sometimes think said Grantham,
Fastening to change the subject, that
George works too hard. j daren't tell
you the number of hours he reads aday."
"Medicine,' y replied the doctor senten-
tiously, is science which cannot be
mastered even in lifetime of study"
"No doubt but you will admit that
very few young men of Georges age
spend their evenings poring over scientific
books. 4i
81 know young men study much less
than they used to do in my time"
You must except George, DOCTOR
It's not possible to work harder than he
does. Now come here" added the old
father rising, " and you shall see him.
And despite a remonstrance from Timms,
Mr.. GranSham dragged him into aunt
Retsy's bed room, even to the spinster's
window. Sure enough, there was George,
wrapped as usual in his dressing gown,
his head buried in his smoking cap and
ing brightly, and though his back was
turned to the observers. it was plain he
was immersed in the perusal of a hook.
He's been there some time already"
said his father triumphantly;" and he'll
not stir till past midnight. I'll be bound. i"
Has he seen much practice 2" inqui-
red DR.. Tmms.
He's always visiting some sick per-
son or other" replied Mr.. Grantham
g but he could tell YOU more about that
than 1. I'll send for him"
Pity TO disturb his duties"
"Oh not at all. Hell! be delighted
to see you. Jane" he called to SER
want, just step to Mr.. Georges room.
and say I'd like to see him.
The two old gentlemen returned to the
drawing room. They had hardly sat
down when the servant returned with the
answer that George didn't say anything
when she gave him the message-didn't
even turn his head.
You see, DOCTOR" cried Grantham.
delighted. . wrapt in his book-lost TO
every thing else. Go back again, Jane,
him"
He must be reading very hard" said
Dr.. Timms. kindly
In few moments a shrek was heard,
and the servant came running back, as
pale as death, and hardly able to speak
from agitation.
whats the matter. Jane ?" asked
Mr.. Grantham, hastily.
oh. Lord SIR grasped the girl.
"Speak. woman. has anything happen
ed"
"Mr. George. sir
"Well, what Of him 2" cried the father
in great alarm.
He-He's sitting IN his bones sir"
On that same evening, sometime before
this startling announcement, George
Grantham took his seat on stool in the
modest work room Of the dressm aker,
Lucy Prime, and began with more zeal
than skill to put her work-box to rights.
Where do these skeins of silk go,
Miss Lucy ?" said he.
"Oh dear me-" replied Lucy inn
patiently =" do let them alone. You al
ways leave everything in such confusion.
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rights when you are gone"
{" You see think so much of you. dear
Miss Lucy? Mayn't say think of you.
dear Miss Lucy e.
" You know very we'll don't like it,"
every well. But I do, all the same.
When I saw the sun rise the other morn
ing just tipping those dear old mountains
with gold. as the song says. do you know
what was my first thought ?"
{" How should 1 know 90 replied the
young girl, with down cast glance.
d" l thought it would have been deli
cious sight if you had been there to share
it with me-"
i" Mr.. George !"
ooh you needn't say Mr.. George"
replied the young man with warmth al
can't help it. I'm always thinking of
you. When sit down TO read those pro-
sy old books about physic. l find my mind
wandering away from fevers and lotions to
you. When ride to the Lindsays, and
talk to Kate, always fancy l am talking
to you. I've even caught myself being
civil to aunt Betsy. under the impression
that she was transformed into my pretty
Miss Lucy"
"If didn't know that you were talks
ing nonsense. Mr.. George, l should be
very unhappy. But you've made me
waste ever so much time, and I've got
this dress to finish by nine. promised
it for four o'clock this afternoon, but 1 lost
the day going to visit those poor people
you told me Of. and Mrs. Timms was SO
angry"
"Mrs. Timms. It's for her ?"
Yes. Now, let me work, do.''
Every odd that Mrs. Timms should
want dress at nine o'clock at night. It's