Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-07-17
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thought so, aud depressed he ha.1
headaches, and he hated the dusty
street, in which tho summer heat burnt
and summer sllone before the green
leaves had draped the trees, and the
squares of grass anu wisteria vines and
plotted geraniums which have come t.
be so blcssedly popular in New York,
lent it's summers freshness.
"What shall do, doctor?'' he said
to tho white headed old physician.
"You say nothing ais me, but can
tell what my feelings are better than
you can. know shall be down with
something soon. I rode in car will,
half a dozen dirty children, the other
day-going to the small pox hospital,
haven't doubt-very red and nasty
looking, all of 'cm; and while 1 was
buying something in a store the other
day, q horrid old woman begged of me
because her husband was sick with q
typhoid fever. No doubt I've caught
both diseases, and it is the compiled.
ton that puzzles you. Couldn't relisl,
my coffee this morning, left my milk
toast untouched. Hateful life, that OF
a bachelor at hotel. Oh, dear me y
"Why don't you marry, then 2" saiJ
the doctor.
"They need SO much counting, =
said Mr.. Patterson. "You spend sia
months or so, at least, dangling ut q
woman's apron strings. You must 90
to the theatre and opera if she is gay,
and to church meeting if she is pious.
At fifty man likes his slippers and
dressing gown and easy chair of an
evening. If it was just stepping over
to the clergyman's and getting married,
put a ring Oh her finger and saying OF
nOdding Eyes," two or three times,
why I wouldn't mind it, you know"
"Ah, we'll, counting is the fun of il
all, in my opinion" said the old doc.
tor, but every one to his taste. And
my advice to you is, to 60 iato the
country"
"To another hotel and more mer.
ccnary WATERS" said Mr.. Patterson.
NO." said the doctor, go to a nice
private home. know one-a moth.
erly widow lady who cooks q dinner
fit for q King. River before the house,
woods behind it, orchard to the left,
kithen garden to the right; no fever
and ague; no mosquitoes. Heavenly
am going up there tomorrow, and
I'll see if she'll take YOU"
Every well" said Mr.. Patterson, 81
think ia try it,"
'sAnd you must drink plenty OF
milk, and eat plenty Of nice home
made bread, said the doctor.
eyes, I will, said Patterson, over
joyed at last at hearing something that
sounded like a prescription. "And
you would advise milk2''
"Quart Of it every day." said the
doctor.
"Tll take note of it, said Patter.
son. "And if should be very ill she'll
nurse me?"
"Splendid]y," said the doctor, and
went his way.
MIR. Patterson Thought the matter
over, and thought better of it every
day, and when the little note inform
ing him that the widow would be will
| ing to Jake him in ami do for him.
reached him, he had his trunk and
portmantcau already packed, and was
all ready to start that afternoon. As
for the widow, tho doctor has prepar-
ed her for her boarder's pecularities
thus:
"Nico fellow; solid; plenty OF
money; thinks himself i'll, but isn't
ought to be married told him 50, but
he hates the idea Of counting; marry
Oft some day, no doubt; will you
have meg Yes Call in Clergyman,
Over. Very peculiar old bachelor; but
then old bachelors arc peculiar goner
ally"
The widow was what Yankees call AZ
amazingly smart woman. She hut
married ut sixteen, and had ncye,
tailed to have washing over when othcl
people were hanging out theirs. He,
oic'." always rose, her cakes was Away.
goo't, an! her butter was always sweet
At forty-fivc she had married Off all hel
daughters, and was well-to-lo, buxou
and happy.
| Her son anal his wife boarded will
her, and she added to her ,l,rt;rn
savings by taking Il boartler or two. +
they happened to offer.
Fifty and n b:.chclor,' suid Mrs
Mnntlc, looking in the glass. "Wcll
it seems Il pity; but then, when cldctl,
gentlemen marry, it is general,
some lity-tity girl that leads them !;
terrible life, AMI likely it's for the best.
Then she looked i'll the glass again
for the widow WAS but woman
after all.
Mr.. Patterson came to the widow
and obcycl the doctors prcscriptio,
carefully. He ate bread anl dranl
milk, :litl robbed the orchards like ,
school boy, and dcclaimcl over til,
strawberry sIlortcnko after fasl,io,
that would have made his rcput,tio,
ut the bar. Then, too, Mrs. Muntle die
not smile ut his aches and pains, ant
insist that he must be- lcrpctually wei
because he had II fresh com plcxinn m.
,'implcs in his cheeks. She had SAVIOR,
herb teas and l"tio,,s, which sl..
produced when lie complained Of feel
ing miserable, and she had that bless
ing to hypoch.ndrias, homeopathic.
'box and book in tue house.