Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1871-10-21

Bob of the assistant at DR.. CAT
frey's.
mo, he amt, - said the Genymede
of medicine.
f'When'H he be in?"
'Don't know" was the listless
reply.
Bob wasted no more time in use
less inquiry, but set off after some
other doctor.
''If it's really a matter Of life and
DEATH" thought sensible Bob, sit
don't make any difference what doc
tor they have"
So it happened that young DIR.
Aymer, who had just returned home
from visiting patient, found him
self confronted by a small red-head-
ed boy.
please to come directly, sir, to
No. 10, Dukes Court" cried out
Master Bob, exaggerating somewhat
on his liberal orders. "It's a case o.
life and death l''
Mrs. WiRtriDgham had sent Jo-
sephine Moore away, in order that
she might be put effectively out of
DR.. Aymer's path; but Fate and
Mrs. Wintringham were marshaled
rising young physician walked into
Josie's sick room, quite unconscious
whom he was to behold.
George Aymer started a little
when he looked into the dark brown
eyes; but Josie smiled up in his
face.
at wasn't my fault" she said, in
nOcently. II never dreamed of
offending Mrs. Wintringham, but il
was wrong, very wrong, of her TO
turn me out Of doors"
'You see, she is deliriOus," ex-
claimed Aunt Mary.
EYES," said DIR. Aymer, in a fall
tering voice, 81 see"
So while Miss Octavia Wintring-
ham lOunged in the handsome draw
ing room, dressed in silk attire,
watching the gilded hands of the
clock, and wondering why the ex-
pected did not come, DIR. Aymer
was sitting by Josephine Moore's
bedside, counting the rapid pulsing
of her slender wrist, and thinking
that he had never seen anything so
beautiful as her pure oval face and
lovely hazel eyes.
$50 you think / am really cured,
Doctor?" said the fair convalescent.
Josephine was sitting up in Aunt
Mary's easiest chair, dressed in a
loose wrapper, with her brown hair
netted back from her face.
YES" said the handsome young
physician, "as we say of our hospit-
al cases, I think may mark you
down as discharged cured l do
not think 1T is necessary for me to
pay any more visits here, unless
Josephine blushed deeply.
81 am afraid, Doctor" she faltered,
glancing at Aunt Mary, who looked
distressed, E'that I-that we
shall not be able to-to-hand you
your fees Just yet"
81 was not thinking of my fees,'
observed DIR. Aymer.
"But zoe must think of it," said
Josephine.
"And you won't let me come any
more as a dOctor?"
Josephine looked panied.
"lf our MEANS she began.
"What nonsenser' laughingly in
terrupted the doctor. 81 see | shall
have to be more explicit. May l
DOnAC1 tnCny % OuI SullOIg ~ lOuI
future husband? Win that do,
Josie?'
The soft pink flushes chased away
the paleness of the young girls
cheeks.
"Dr. Aymerl''
"Yes, Miss Josephine Moore!"
"DO you really"
81 do really love you'll" exclaimed
the young doctor, fervently.
"But Miss Octavia Wintringham-
what will she say?"
"What has Miss Octavia Whit
ringham to do with it, l should like
TO know? She is nothing to me;
nor was she ever anything more
than the merest acquaintancel'
"Then," said Josie, speaking very
low, 'if that be the case, you z1d9s
come againl But, as for your
fees"
Gas for my fees" interposed the
doctor, gaily, 81 will send the ac-
count in to your husband, after you
are marriedl'
But as no entry of the tranaction
was ever made on the doctors
books, we may presume that this
was one of his ''bad debts"
And Mrs. Wintringham never
called on Mrs. Aymer.