The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1872-05-07

DR.. John, approaching the sofa where
the languid beauty reclined. Your
mother tells me you are ILL.,
Miss Estellc, with an almost impatient
gesture, brushed back the floating hair
from her temples--carelessly and really
unintentionaly, it would ,cem barring by
the motion one Of the most beautiful arms
that sculptor ever ravcd about and repli-
ed
"Your manner seems to say, Miss Es-
tclle, you are always ill., Why don't
you behave yourself?' Oh, how happy
| should be, Dr. John, if you would once
in your life be kind to me. do really
think something is the matter with my
heart What if | should die ~
No picture Of Wattoau's could ever
have been more witchng, more charm
ingly colored, than the little form before
him. Every accessory of toilet had been
brought to bear upon the citadel of his
heart-and to a handsome woman no
dress is so becoming as the negligee of
her boudoir, with its lace and fantastic
embroidery, slippered feet and graceful
posture. Then the vases filled with flow
ers the mirrors, and jewels, and perfumes,
and enticing lolling chairs. Heigho !.
many strong man has bowed to such
shrine-made fool of himself for life
when in the glare and glitter of the draw
ing room no such nonsense would have
been thought Of
DR.. John acknowledged the beauty of
this picture. 1t was dainty, piquant,
dangerous. 1t had been dishod up for
him on several previous occasions, but
never so much to his mind as now. The
beauty's manner was earnest and almost
supplicatirg What man could fail to be
appreciative under such circumstances
Remember, too, that DR.. John was long
, ing to be loved-had that very morning
almost prayed that heaven would send
him little bundle of comfort in the
shape of good wife, and it will not be
strange that, Notwithstanding the efforts
previously made to entrap him, he should
think only of the prescnt lovlness.
"What are you reading, Miss Estelle?''
asked DR.. John, after moment Of ap-
prcciatiye scrutiny. "Wilson's Essays,
eh ~ and the doctors face showed all the
surprise and pleasure Felt by its owner.
"And upon my word, if here isn't Emer-
son. That is healthy food - rather
heavy, though, should think for sick
girl ~
Miss Estele drew long breath For
the first time in the twelve months Of trial
had she received one single word of COM
pliment or commentator from the man
whom her mother had determined she
should marry.
"And, as true as | live, another book
under the pillow. Really, | have some
, curiosity to know the title of that volume
, also" continued the doctor, almost ca
, ressingy.
"Oh, it is nothing" replied the would
! be invalid, languidly. "but stupid cook.
ery-book that got from the library
r Mother depends upon me, you see, for
, our desserts, and | can tell you that
q sometimes my ingenuity i, sorcly tested
One little hand tucked the volume
= = further under the pillow, while the other
n unconsciously, of course, dropped upor
: the doctors. With the white, ewelet
. fingers lying on his, the fair, dazzling face
. upturned, the words which would hav,
q doomed him to misery all the days of hi,
life were almost spoken.
=. How wonderfully and providentiall,
:. little things sometimes appear to sav,
/, from desolation and death . The hant
with which she had strlven to hide thu
+, partially concealed volume had, strangel,
,s enough, lifted the frill of the pillow an,
disclosed both title and author-one o
the most mischievous and recklessl,
written books ever translated into tn
Ia English language.
- For moment the doctor sat silent will
), horror and astonishment. Not so mucl
,s that the young woman before him ha,
developed a taste for such literature, bu
= that she could so unblushingly lie to him
= II do not think" said he, at last, "tha
:. you need any medicine. So you have m
permission to study the cook book unje
! your pillow as diligently as you may fec
~ disposed. 1t is pleasant to know tina
- fashionable young ladies are possessed @
"a such domestic and literary tastes Goo
80 morning, Miss Waters"
DR.. John passed out of that abode G
s. luxury sick at heart.
d. 81 came very near losing myself i
lie that trap. What confounded fools me
c. are"
The thought was rather humiliating
it and DR.. John was unable to shake it O.
st during the day ; and when he turned hi
lie borse's head homeward it was with feel
d. ing Of disgust and loneliness never belor
r experienced.
n. "Pretty much all alike, I'm afraid,
a. he continued softly to himself.
IN Just then little figure in the middl
)f of the street attracted his attention.
Id child, to all appearance not day owe
t, five years, with upliited arms, stooc
OF needless of danger, looking straight int
I'd his face. Quicker than can tell, Dl
ne John had Jumped from his carriage, sell
ce ed the little Creature and placed her o
e. the seat beside him.
" "You were in great danger, my dear,
d. said the doctor, looking down into tn
RS singularly sweet and intelligent youn
lis face. "What made you stand in tn
. middle of the crowded street ?"
RS "Are you a doctor ?" was the onl
re reply vouchsated.
er "By profession, yes, little miss, and b
n, name John Hessman. Have you an
of commands for his highness ?"
l "If you are doctor, | want you to {
ed home with me, and if you are not, pleas
to tell me where | can find one. My sist'
,c- Kate is sick awful sick-and she tall
ny and sings all the time aud | haven't g
ito any money-neither has she but she wi
die if somebody don't come"
,st ''l am doctor, aud will 90 home wi
M. you, little darling said he, invountar
so ly drawing the sobbing child toward hr