The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-03-08
DIX. HOLFORD'S PATIENT.
Tne GsveFHess' IBistn ke
from Once A Week.


''What OH earth am to do 2" asked th
doctor, i'll tone half humorous, half SAL
as he walked up the High street With h
friend, Mr.. Bailey. IF | warn her sh,
won't stay with me week; I've lost tw,
governesses by listening to your advice"
''Well,' doubtfully rejoiued MIR Bailey
perhaps you are right. lie may be SAT,
enough after all; but what silly girl sh,
must be -
On the contrary interrupted the doctor
warmly, she's treasure. AS like her pool
father as can be-full of good sense anc
right feeling can't think what possesses
her not to let that unfortunate man alone
and | can't warn her. Nobody has man
aged my poor brats the least like bel
since and the doctor coughed away 8
sigh.
A somewhat whimsical expression passed
over his friends face. DIR. HoIford had lost
his wife six months before, and had been in
peck of troubles ever since about his
three children, the youngest an infant Of
six months old. The doctor knew no more
of the details of household economy than
his baby, and it had become evident to all
his friends that he could not exist long
without wife; but whom should he marry?
that was the question. To complicate mat
ters Dr. Holford was obliged to exc out
the profits of not very remunerative prac-
tice, by receiving patient at his own
house, and rich patients were not always
easy to find At the time we write of he
had lust received as an inmate a sol distant
nervous invalid, Walter Stone by name,
whom he watched with singular carefuness
for in his secret soul the doctor knew the
man was insane, and although in truth he
believed him to be perfectly harmless, yet
he daily expected some mad freak or folly
TO appear. None had as yet, and all things
had gone smoothly for two or three weeks
when, according to the usual malignity OF
of circumstances, most inconvenient and
aggravating interest i'll Walter Stone began
to appear in the conduct of Miss Stuart, the
children's governess. 1t is true that Mr.
Stone was handsome young man, i'll the
manner in which none but professional eye
could detect any faint of madness, but that
made it all the more alarming and feeling
himself as not yet thoroughly acquainted
With the state of his patients mind, the
doctor was on tenterhooks. AS he said, he
dared give no serious warning. A nervous
patient might be all very well. but no gov.
erness would stay with IA live lubatic loose
about the house So DR.. HoIford as TAIN
to let matters take their course, trusting to
the chapter of accidents and to MISS Stuart
good sense to set her right in time. After
all lac thought, there could be no great risk
Walter Stone had come TO him with an ex-
celleBt character for quletness and might
for all lie knew, be durable So he deter
mined To hold MS tongue, and hope thai no
bad consequences would ensue. What did
ensue shall presently see.
A DAY or two after this conversation with
Mr. Bailey, the doctor happened to look out
of the surgery window on the little plot OF
ground ut tile back Of his house which he
was pie sed to dignity as garden DR., Hcl-
ford worked i'll it a good deal himself snd
took great interest iii one or two flower
beds, aud the border rich with bright colaas,
in the arrangement of winch me hattered
himself SIR Joseph Paxton could not hold u
candle to him The air Was scented with
the breath of lilacs, aud hyaciuths, and the
the perfume of two gnarea old Hawthorns,
covered, one with pink blossoms. that stood
on the grass-plat by the side of the path
and that were the pride of the doctors hearI.
The garden was kingdom for bees anc
butterflies, and they hummed and danced
merrily in the sunshine. On this narticu
lar May afternoon, fresh little fiowe,
moved quickly to and fro among the bntter
flies, clad in soft grey stuff gown. witt
pink ribbons at throat AMI wrist. 1t wa,
the young governess, Lizzie Stuart. Sh,
was a pretty girl of about twenty, with
large grey eyes and fair shiny hair A sprie
of pink may was stuck in the waistbanC
that girded small round waist, and they
were very little feet that tapped impatient
ly upon the gravel walk. The doctor coulC
not help watching her from the window a,
he smoked his pipe; she made 81 h a prett,
foreground to his favorite flowers as sh,
went and came under the hawthorns. Pres
entity young man came out, and walked
across the grass-plat before her. She me
him with an outstretched hand; and they
strolied along the path together. II wa,
perfectly natural that they should do 40 apC
the doctor ought to have been glad that hi,
patient should be subjected to such soothipf
influences. but some how he sighed a GtiI.
as he saw how earnestly they were talking
her face raised up to him, and his bent dow