Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1870-04-14

blistering, cupping. leeching, and 50 on
her visits to his Office gradually grew to
be the chief pleasure Of her day. Know
ing that he was an "old married man."
and that his pretty young wife Was al
ways at hand in the next room, there was
no need for her to assume reserve for
eign to her frank and genial temper 20
she laughed and chartered freely with
him, after the manner Of women with
physicians whom they like and trust, and
he found it impossible to resist the charm
Of her sunny mood. Besides, another tie,
closer than that Of doctor and patient had
been discovered between them.
One day wnen, IN the mutual skfmish
of wits, she had launched delicate arrow
at some pet foible Of his, he turned upon
her, threatening new application of tor.
ture, and shaking ominously small phial
containing some coloriess liquid.
what are you going to do with that"
she demanded, half-defiant, half deprecat-
ing ~
II am going to drop some of it behind
your ears" said the doctor, severely, to
blister them, as a punishment, for hearing
all that l say in perversely distorted
fashion and if were not very merciful,
should likewise bestowa little upon the
tip Of your equally perverse tongue"
"Oh-b, don't, pleasel' cried Flossy,
shrinking away as he approached her.
81 will take 1t all back. Will it hurt
much."
TOO late for repentance now" said the
doctor, in stern voice, but gathering
away very tenderly the soft bright curls
which chung about the pretty little ears
and thinking what shame it was that
1t should be necessary TO fret that dainty
skin with troublesome blisters.
Flossy held her breath, and sat trem-
blingly expectant of some sudden, sharp
pain but the terrible drops fell harmless
as if they had been water, and DR.. Bu-
chsnan laughed aloud at her look of sur
prise and relief.
81 did punish you, did metz" he said,
in glee ; but the fright WAS the whole Of
It, The blisters will not be painful only
q little uncomfortable, and great relief to
your eyes"
"But should like to know how am
to do my hair :" said Flossy, plaintively,
Il shall just knot 1t all up at the back Of
my head"
"Oh, don't y begged the doctor. cts
such beautiful hair. / beg your pardon,
but I have sort OF right TO praise it,
because it il SO Scotch-the real gold
Of Highland iassie's locks The very sight
Of it flowing free from its ribbon mood, in
these days Of dragged-up and frizzled top
knots gives me home feeling. Do you
know have fancied more than once that
your forbesrs must have been cOuntrymen
Of mine? These eyes are certainly the
true Scotch blue, and you don't know how
it hurts me to pour this burning stuff into
them"
The sudden, scorching pain4nade Flossy
hold her breath for few minutes; but,
when it had subsidized somewhat, she said,
eagerly:
of it before, and yet | might have known
it by name, and by-by-"
"By what, pleases" said the doctor,
with eager eyes on her face.
BY my learning to like you 30 quick
ly," said Flossy, frankly, though her color
deepened under his pleased look. "For
you must know, / have always had the
greatest liking for everything Scotch.
The Scottish Chiefs was my first novel;
l could spout whole pages of it at the ma
ture age Of seven, and Sir William Wal
lace has been my pet hero ever since.
After got beyond Miss Porter, Sir Wal
ter Scott took possession Of me, and many
a scolding got for lessons neglected be.
cause Of his destinations. To this day no
poet has ever touched me O. Burns has
and, in short, no country has ever inter
ested me 90 much as Scotland. Some day
shall make pilgrimage therep'
nr purhopup HuobnI with ofr
pleasure at this earnest praise Of his lain
countree." "And are you sure" he asked,
" that you are not of Scotch descent your
self cannot help thinking so now more
than ever"
"And l think 30, too" said Flossy,
gravely, though my father was Of Irish
parentage. But, you know, once upon
tlme-I'm sure don't know when, for |
very great while ago, number of
Scotch families exiled themselves to the
north of Ireland for the sake Of their re-
descendants are still Presbyterians. am
sure my father came Of these people,
though was too young ever to be talked
perfect realization in mind and person Of
\ ny iuC0 VA y DCOtCu SOfCA0AtCA Vail H1A
large and austere, with blue eyes that
looked right through one, and mouth
that seldom smiled He was Presbyte-
rian, dyed in the wool, and his idea of
milk for the babes was the Confession Of
Faith, and the Westminster Catechism.
How well ! remember standing up before
him oil q Sunday mean Sabbath-sfter-
noon, when about SO high beginning at
What is the chief end Of mans' and
going through all the mysteries of Re-
demption, Justification, and Sanctifcation,
about as Understandings as Deb Milton
used to read Greek to her father. And
my mother sat by-she was sunny
hearted Englishwoman--protesting in
vain against her little ones being
taught that they were the children Of
wrath, and. as likely as not, foreordained
by Gods good pleasure to eternal misery.
Oh, how plainly l can see 1t all now,
though it is many weary day since !
saw themI" b-G
Flossy leaned back in the great leath-
ern chair, and, shutting her poor eyes,
suffered herself to wander back into the
halfforgotten past and DR.. Buchanan
stood by looking down upon the wistful
young face, which he had only seen be-
fore sparkling with the sunshine OF Q
merry mood, or pale with patience under