The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1872-09-12

streets, iu which tle summer beat burnt
sud tbe Summer sun sh0ue before the
gfeu leave. had daped tho trees, and
lhe sguares Of grass aud westeria vines
sBd pg.ied gerauiums which have
come 90 he So bicsscily popular in New
York, lent it- summer. freshness.
What shall do, doctor be said to tbe
white-headed old physician You say
nothing ails me, bat can tell what my
feelings ara better than YOU can. know
F. / shall BIZ down with something soon. /
rode iu a car with half a dozen dirty
children the other ay-going 70 the
smallpox hospital, haven't a doubt
very red and nasty looking ali Of 'cm;
and while | was buying something in a
store the other day a horrible old woman
begged fine because her husband was
4 bad with the typhoid. No doubt have
caught both diseases, and les the COM
plieaiion that puzzles You. Couldn't
relish my coffee this morning; left my
milk toast untouched, Hateful life,
aiat Of O. butchelor at a hotel. Oh, dear
me.
( why don't you marry, then; said the
old doctor
They need SO much courting, said Mr..
/ Patterson You spend six months or 50,
at the least, dangling at a womans apron
strings You must go to the theatres and
the opera if she's gay, and to chcrch
meetings il she's pious. At fifty man
likes his slippers and bis dressing gown
aud bis easy chair Of an evening. If il
was just stepping over TO the clergyman's
and getting married, putting ring on
her finger, and nodding Yes two or three
times, why, | wouldn't mind IL, you
know.
/ All, well, counting is the fun Of it all,
in my opinion, said the doctor, but every
one to bis taste. Aud my advice to you
is, 90 into the country.
TO another hotel and more merccmary
walters? said Mr. Patterson.
No, said the doctor, 90 to a nice pri-
yatc house. ! know one-a motherly
widow lady, who cooks dinner fit for a
king. River before the house, woods
behind it, orchard to the left, kitchen
garden to the right; no fever and ague
no mosquitoes. Heavenly! lam going
up there tomorrow, and III see if she'll
take you.
Very well, said Mr.. Patterson, think
I'm try it.
And you must drink plenty Of milk and
cat plenty Of nice homemade bread, said
the doctor.
Yes, | will, said Patterson, overjoyed
at last hearing something that sounded
like prescription. And would YOU adj
wise milk
Quarts oft every day, said the doc
tor,
IN make a note Of It, said Patterson,
And i'll should be very i'll, she'll nurse
me?
splendidly, said the doctor, and went
= his way.
Mr.. Patterson thought the matter over
and thought better of it every day; and
when the little note, informing him that
the widow would be willing to take him
in and do for him, reached him, had his
trunk and port-manteau already packed
and was already to start that very after
noon As for the widow, the doctor had
! prepared her for her boarder's peculiar.
tiles TINS: .....
+. Nice fellow; solid plenty Of money
thinks himself i'll, but isn't; ought to be
I married; told him so, but he hates the
- idea of courting marry ofl-hand some
day, 40 doubt; VIII you have me? Yes
Call in clergyman; over. Very peculiar
old bachelor; but then old bachelors arc
peculiar generally.
The widow was what Yankees call an
amazing smart woman. She had married
al sixteen, and had never failed TO have
her washing over when other people
were Just hanging out theirs. Her bread
always rose, her cake was always good
and her butter was always sweet. A
forty-iye she had married of all hel
y daughters, and was well to do, buxon
o aud happy.
Her son and his wife boarded with her
and she added'to her plentiful savings b!
taking summer boarder or two If the!
happened to offer.
Finy and bachelor, said Mrs Nun
tic looking in the glass. Well, il seems
.c pity; but then when elderly gentlemen
marry, it is generally some hitytity girl
y that leads them terrible life, aud likel!
it's for the best.
Then she looked In the glass again
for the widow was but woman afte
r all.
Mr.. Patterson came to the widows an,
' obeyed the doctors prescription care
5, fully. He eat bread aud drank milk,rob
bed the orchards Ike school boy, an,
+. dcclalmed over the strawberry short-cak'
after fashion that would have made hi
reputation at the bar. Then, too, Mrs
Muntlc ala not smile at his aches an,
pains, and Insist that be must be perpetu
] aily well because he had fresh CON
plcXion, and dimples in biz checks. 81
had savofy herb teas aud tasty potion.
which she produced when be compliance
Of feeling miserable, and She had The
blessing 70 hypoehondriacs, homupa
thic box aud book III The house Their
we're fcmedle. III thar box for every
thing and il was pleasant TO iind tha
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