The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1862-11-20
to his homo and dress his wounds, as am a
physician,' said Fred

ing the way, they soon entered the cottage
S On washing the wound Fred found it was
but slight cut; and having bound it up, he
conversed with the little fellow for long
while. When he arose to depart the young
girl said.
we are very thankful for your kindness,
, SIR
Not at all, not at all,' answered Fred. Il
! Will call Tomorrow and see how my patient
gets along?'
Whether the azure blue eyes of Mary
Wilson, or the danger of brain-feyer to the
little boy was the cause, it would be unsafe
to say; but the next afternoon Fred called
again, bringing small basket Of delicacies
for the little sufferer, He attentively ex-
amned the wound and pronounced it i'm
proving rapidly.
But said he, with grave shake of the
head. there is yet some danger of brain
fever
On his departure he said that he won Id
call again; and the next day he did call. and
the next, and the next, generally giving
casual glance at his patient, and engaging
Mary in conversation. Mary Wilson was
beautiful, and though but music teacher,
possessed all the cultivation and grace of a
lady of the "ton.'' Gradually the visions o. s
the wealthy Miss Brighton began to lose
their brilliance, and the image Of the music
teacher took place in Fred Saunders heart.
Between the two Fred was perfectly wrethc-
ed. He would leave Ina's side, enraptured
by her brilliant execution of some operate
gem, only to feel his heart throb with new
and joyous feeling at the simple, yet touch
ing, ballads of Mary Wilson. He determin-
ed to break the spell which bound him to
one or the other Of his enchantresses, and
resolved to "choose a wife, on the morrow.
! Eaa f,,1 nd oil
found Fred Saunders up early and dressed
to perfection.
Well, ! declare, Fred,' exclaimed Mrs.
Somers, on Fred's entrance to the dining
room, you look as neat and bright as a new
PIN
Thank you for tho compliment was the
evasive reply.
Going out of town, eh? Well. take good
care of yourself and don't fall in love with
any of the country girls
There is but little danger, for I am not
going to leave the city, answered Fred.
Pic Mic, then, 1 suppose??' persisted
Emma.
No.
There, Fred said Tom Somers. do tell
her what is going to happen, and avoid all
furtherq questionings.'
know, then, pretty cousin mine, am to
choose wife this very day. was the start
ling announcement.
Emma fairly clapped her hands for JOY
She knew of fred's attention to her intimate
friend and coufdahte Ina Brighton, and she
conjectured that she was to be the happy
person.
I'll bet new pair of slippers against
pepknife that Ina Brighton is tho young
lady selected,' she exclaimed.
BE careful, Fred said Tom. 'or you may
wake to find. when it is too late, that in
iatuation drove away PRUDENCE
Fred hurried from the room and strolled
toward Broadway, down which he promena
ded until the hour of ten. Resolving to be-
hold both his 'darlngs in morning costume,
he assembled the stoop of Mr.. Brightons pa
latial residence. Mr.. Brighton was expect
ing gentleman on business, and had given
orders to the servant to show him into the
siItiug-room of the family. Mistaking Fred
Saunders for the gentleman who was to call
on Mr.. Brig ton, the servant showed him
into the library. Upon couch in the sit
tiug-room Fred beheld, through the half
opened door. his beautiful Miss Brighton,
who was engaged in reading new novel;
For the first time Fred her she really
was. In place of pearly whiteness, rosy
cheeks and tasty costume, he behed sallow
compile on, still more sallow cheeks. and a
mornng-gown fully ripe for the wash tub.
Come, Ina, dear, breakfast is waiting
said her mother.
Breakfast thought Fred, at this time.'
He listened for a reply. Was it the sweet,
melodious voice of Ina that replied?
Let it wait l want to finish this story
You are always interrupting me- was the
answer, in snarling tone.
Preferring not to play the eaves-dropper
longer Fred quietly stole to the parlor and
then sent up his card. He waited full
hour, ard it was an hour reflection, in which
he made up his mind that Miss Brighton
was not the proper person for his wife; and
then Ina appeared richly dressed, her
checks rosy, and her mplex;on of dazzl-
ing whiteness, completely undergoing with
in the hour, metamorphosis. The call
was short one, and Fred Saunders retired,
feeling that he h ad escaped fearful dan
ger. The beautiful Miss Brighton was no
more; he had beheld her as she was; nor
could all her high flown compliments win
back his heart. The disappointed man
turned his steps toward the unpretending
dwelling of Mary Wilson. He was shown
into the small but neat parlor. He heard
Mary's voice below stairs. merrily pealing
forth.
MARY, let me do that he heard her
mother say.
No, no, mother, you sit still, 1 can do it
ALL was the reply.
But you are tired, dear. You know you
were up late last night, sewing on Willie's
new clothes
Il am not tired mother
In few moments Mary Wilson, attired
in a neat fitting calico, with the bright tint
upon her cheeks that exercise, rot art, gave
her, m ade her appearance.
You must excuse my delay, Mr.. Saunders,
but was engaged in preparing dinner
No apology was made for her costume.
which she had not altered, save laying aside