The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1871-03-18
FATE Us. THE DOCTOR.

There IS big house on the hill and
q small house under the hill, both in
habited by members of the honorable
family of Brown; and to each apper-
tains an only daughter of the name Of
Mary. With the exception of this one
accidental point Of resemblance, there
IS nothing IN common between the
wealthy, plentiful home above and the
bare little cottage below; and even this
Is fast vanishing, for IN the raritied and
aristocratic atmosphere of 1.-The Hill J"
the sweet nominees of the Mary has
long since given place to diminutive,
and Judge Browns only daughter Is
generally known under the name of
MAY
Pretty May is at this moment brush
ing out her crimps, and otherwise pre-
pairing for an evening entertainment :;
while little Mary, whose wavy yellow
hair needs no crimps, and is, in fact,
her sole beauty, is lying in bed, with a
meek patience on herpale face, which
is pitiful to see. There she has lain
for two years, poor child and it is
hard to comprehend how Widow Brown
has managed-what between nursing
by night and washing other peoples
clothes all day long. She "niver
could, !" she says, if it hadn't been for
the saints and DR.. Hetley-and glory
be to 'em both for the same p"
The DR.. Hetley mentioned in such
honorable companionship is in the
kitchen at this instant, busily mixing a
sleeping-powder for his little patient
The materials therefor came out of bis
pocket-they happened to be there, .
ne said Such happenings were not
unfrequent when the doctor visited {,
bare home like this.
He IS an immensely tall, angular
young man, with long legs and arms, 9
kind face, and pair of sweet short
sighted gray eyes. | suppose [ may as
well own at once that he IS the hero Of
this little tale, end in love with Nav
You people who read the weekies GET
to be SO sharp and experienced II love
affairs that there Is no use IN trying tc
deceive, or attempting to spring an IN
foreseen catastrophe upon you. The
moment DR.. Hetley was mentioned hall
of you, | know, said to yourselves.
"There he comes. p" And YOU were
rIght-only, you must understand, my
doctor was very modest young fellow,
and hadn't the faintest notion of the
luck In store for hrm; and though May,
perhaps But let me not anticipate.
Mary was talking, to her mother
about something which seemed to ex.
cite her
"All pink. you know, mother. with
green edges to it. Oh. do you think
III lver git one ?"
"Whist, mavourneen; who'd be-
after sending it"
"But, mother''-in a disappointed
tone" judy says they always come,
and it's St Valentine sends EN- Hes
saint you know"
"What's that?" called out the doc
tor
ooh J it's only Mary as is thrub-
bling her head about Judy Mccarthy
valentine, which she showed her TO-DAY
and asking, viii she ever have one {?
tell her there's no likelihood. Who'd
be sending her one, you know 70
DO you want one very much, pus
sy:" asked DR.. Hetley, appearing a
the door with a smile.
judy said almost all little girls a!
old as eight did get EN-, replied Mary
shyiy
$50 they do Judy was right anc
think you'll have one Mary, provided
and the kind face grew dluzzicall,
solemn-"you take your dose withou
making any faces, and sleep all to nigh
without waking up once. Valentine
Day isn't till to morrow, you know"
Such tender, grateful, pleased look
1t followed the doctor down the street
Poor little soul" he thought; at
write her one myself
This was easier said than done. Al
sorts of people seemed needing medi
cal AID that day. They bounced on hin
from door-steps, waylaid him round
corners, hailed loudly from upper win
dows. A man had been smashed on
the railroads. boy had scalded his
foot. Altogether it was eight in the
evening before the hunted doctor
reached home and swallowed his tea
and there was that party at the Browns
to dress for DR.. Hetley dreaded par
ties. They always made HIM miserable
conscious of his elbows, of his def
clences IN small-talk; but May had Civ
en- the invitation herself, and was
irresistible. Halfway through his toilet.
he remembered the valentine.
lhere!' he said, half aloud: "that
poor child 1t is always the way! The
little ones get crowded out :" and going
across the room. he began to rummage
IN drawer. True enough, there was
the very thinG-a box of dainty paper
with tinted monogram-gift of q stylish
s1ster-,n-law. but never used or renem-
hered TIL now. No danger that small
Mary would evolve the initials from
their complicated INFRINGEMENT. Hur-
~ winged his wits. In ten minutes the
GLOWING was written and copied:
Mary had little lamb,
As the nursery legends tell:
am not little. nor lamb
But love Mary well.
Ny fleece is not as white as snow
| can't so much ms shaa .
But wheresoevsr May NAV so
follow from sfaT.
and if q lambs dumb earnest love
Could such answer gain.
May my silence, unreproved.
Be not all in vain.
"Slest and happy, all and each.
Who their love can tell.
,or loving ind no speech,
but-l love you web.
"VMENIINE"
Perhaps some other and larger Mary
had strayed into the doctors mind
while writing. He smiled family as no
read 1t over. "Sad stuff he Thought.
{" but it will amuse the child Then
he opened the door and called. ..Robln
Bob, the office-boy, responded.
Take this note round to Mrs