The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1871-01-18

a splendid husband" sighed Mrs.
Parrham plaintivcly.
"Pooh" ." said Kitty. "That's
all past and gone!'
She was a brave little Kitty to
hide her wounds, but she couldn't
deceive the keen eye Of her sister
woman. Yet Mrs. Parrham said
no more-where was the use?
While Mr.. Paulus Parrham, in
his own snug room, dressing
gowned, slippered, and cnwrapped,
as it were, in the blue spicy fra.
GRANGE Of a real Havana cigar
chuckled to himself as he thought
how nicely he had outwittcd that
scheming clique of women down
stairs.
"I'm not such a fool yeti" medi-
tated Mr.. Parrham, staring into
the embcrs, which seemed to wink
redly back at him. "Not but what
Kitty Glenn is fine, tall shapely
girl enough, if a man wanted a
wife. But I am q little too indc-
pendent to tic myself down in that
sort Of way IA leetle too ;rdcpcn-
dent"
And Mr.. Parrham huggcd him
selfin the spirit.
Just seek aftcrward and the
mental and spiritual cline had
changed.
I'm not going to be very sick,
am ?" pleaded Mr.. Parrham.
"Oh, mol" answered DR.. Med
brick, gayly. "It's nothing but g
little touch of ;nhammatory rhcu-
matism! had patient last week
who's been down with it for seven
weeks. Couldn't lift his finger
without screaming out sufficient
to rouse the whole block, I assure
your
What Jobs comforters these
doctors arc! Was there ever yet
one called in who didn't know of
a case ten times worse than your
own particular afiiction? 1t is
only when the family physician
lifts the vail that one has any idea
of what a bowling wilderness one
lives in.
II can't take care Of him any
longer, Kitty" said poor little
Mrs. Parrham, coming out, pale
and haggard, at the expiration of
a weary fortnight. ale says |
get the cruel too hot and the tea
too cold, and l step like an elc-
phant, and rustic my dress as if |
were robcd in newspapers; and
do what | will, can't please him.
And he won't have a hired nurse
a mere merccnary, he calls it
and what shall I do?"
"Therc, there" soothed Kitty
"don't cry; III see what I can do.
1 should just like to hear him scold
mel"
And she went into The sick room
as Van Amburgh walks into one
of his lion cages.
Some people have dewy coolness
in their finger ends, mcsmeric IN
fuences in every step or touch.
Kitty Glenn was one Of those IA
vorcd few. The invalid's fevered
impatience subsidized as she moved
softly about the room, her slip
percd feet falling like red leaves
in autumn time, graceful and
noiscless, her dress making no
sound, her beautiful figure posing
itself like a dream of artistic beau
ty.
eff you were to stay and nurse
me should get we'll" he said pit
eously, as Kitty "spooned" out his
Cruel, never spilling a drop, and
sliced up fragrant lemons for o
cooling drink.
"Ther III do my best," said Kit
ty quietly. ''Only, ifyou are not
good, I shall 90 away"
Mr.. Parrham frowned slightly,
and then smiled. After all, tligni-
ty aside, there was something very
pleasant in thus becoming mere
spoiled, humored child in such
beautiful hands as those Of Kitty
Glenn, and being admonishcd that
he must be good" by voice
which was as sweet as a birds
trlIllng song at twilight.
Yes, that was actually Mr.. Par
rham's synonym for kitty's voice,