The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1860-11-29

doctor" Very lauguidly was the sen
tence spoken.
"Tm afraid doctor, it will be to'
much for me. You don't know how
weak l am. The very thought of sucl
an effort exhausts me -
"Not thought of the effort" replied
doctor Farleigh. at isn't that"
"What is it p
"a thought of appearances-of wha
people will say"
"Now, doctor! you don't think me S,
weak in that direction"
"Just so weak" was the free-spoker
answer. "You fashionable people are al
afraid Of each other. You haven't {
spsrk of individuality or true independ
ence. No, not spark You are quite
strong enough to ride in your own elegant
carriage-but with the doctor oh, dear
no. If you were certain of not meeting
Mrs. McFlimsey, perhaps the expert
ment mi ieht be adventured. But, she is
always out on fine days
say that? ?"
And a ghost of color crcpt into the face
Of Mrs. Carleton, while her eyes grew
bri righter-almost flashed.
The maid came in with the shawl and
bonnet. Doctor Farleich, as we have in
tmated, understood his patient, and said
just two or three words more, in a tone
half contcmptuous.
Afraid of Mrs. Nc limsey :"
Not nor of forty Mrs McF'lim-
seys!'
1t was not the ghost Of color that
warmed Mrs. Carleton's face now, but
the crimson of a quicker and stronger
heartbeat. She actually arose from her
chair without reaching for her maids
hand, and stood firmly while the shawl
was adjusted and the bonnet strings tied
owe shall have charming ride"
said the doctor, as he crowded in beside
his fashionable lady companion and took
up the loose reins. He noticed that She
sat up crectly. and with scarcely sign
OF the langour that but few minutes
before had so oppressed her. " Lean
back when you see Mrs. NcFlimsey's s
carriage, and draw your veil closely -
She'll never dream that it's you
"l'il get angry if You play on that
string much longer :" exclaimed Mrs
Carleton "what do care for Mrs. Nc
Flimsey ?'
How charminely the roso.tints flushed
her checks . How the hight ripplcI ia
her dark sweet eyes, that were lsaden
little while before.
Away from the noisy streets, out upon
the smoothly beaten road and amid green
fields and woodlands, gardens and flower
deckcd orchsrds, the doctor bore his pa
tient, holding her all the while in pleas
ant talk How different, this, from the
listless, companionless drives taken by
the lady in her own carriage-a kind of
easy vibrating machine, that quickened
the sluggish blood no more than a cush-
ioned rocking chair.
Closely the doctor observed his patient
He saw how erectly she continued to sit
how the color deepened in her face, which
actually seemed rounder and full3r; how
the sense of enjoyment fairly danced in
her eyes.
Returning to the city by different
road, the doctor, after driving through
the streets entirely unfamiliar to his
companion, drew up his horse before a
row of mean looking dwellings, and drop
ping the reins, threw open the carriage
door, and stepped upon the pavement
at the same time reaching out his hand
to Mrs. Carleton. But she drew back,
saying
" What is the meaning of this, ,doctor?'
I" have patient here, and | want
you to see her.
80 no; excuse me, doctor I've no
taste for such things answered the la
dy.
Come-I can't leave you alone in
the carriage. Ned might take fancy to
walk off with you"
Mrs. Carleton glanced at the patient
old horse, whom the doctor was slandcr.
ing, with a slightly alarmed manner.
Don't you think he'll stand, Doc
tor|' she asked, uneasily.
:" He likes to get home, like O hers of
his tribe. Come" and the doctor held
out his hand in persistent way.
I" Mrs. Carleton looked at the poor
tenements before which the doctors car
riage had stopped, with something of
disgust and something of apprehension
:" can never go in there, Doctor"
"Why not'"
I" | might take some disease
" Never fear: More likely to find
panacea there"
The last sentence was in an undertone.
Mrs. Carleton left the carriage, and
crossing the pavement, entered one of
the houses, and passed up with the doc
tor TO the second story TO his light tap
at chamber door, a woman's voice said.
"Come in
The door was pushed open, and the
doctor and Mrs. Carleton went in. The
room was small, and furnished in the
humbiest manner. but the air was pure.
and everything looked clean and It'd -
In char, with pillow pressed in at
her back for support. sat pale, emacia.
ted woman, whose large bright eyes looked
up eagerly, and in kind Of hopeful sur
PRISE, at so unexpected a visitor as the
ady who came in with the doctor. On
her lap baby was sleeping, as sweet and
pure and beautiful La baby as ever Mrs.
carleton had looked upon. The first i'm
pulse OF her true woman's heart, had she
yielded to it, would have prompted her to