Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-07-17

AUSTIN, MOWER co..
There wcro remedies in that box TO,
everything and it was pleasant to find
that when there was crawling sens;.'
ton in your flesh or u kind Of uneasy
feeling in your legs, there were deal
little globnles to be had just snitel fol
tho symptoms that to find yourself
very angry about nothing indicated
pu]satilla, and that even for unre4nitct
love there was q medicine.
For two months and more Mr.. Pat.
tcrson boarded with Mrs. Muntlc, and
happier months he had never lived
through. Then he went back to the
city for few weeks, returned in ur'
gent need of more pellets from the
medicine chest :; and stayed until the
last pink chrysanthemum was bloom.
ing on its withereil branches. He had
grown so fond of his little room, with
tits white curtains and fresh grass
blcaclled h>ese, of the country good
things, and of the cosy nursing Of Mrs
Muntlc, that he could scarcely bear the
thought of parting with them alto.
gether.
After all, why could not he buy q
house, and try to get Mrs. Muntle to
keep it for him? Perhaps she would.
He would offer her q high salary, and
she would have plenty of servants.
Then, indeed, he might have friends
to dine with him, and be rs happy as
possible.
If only he could approach his host.
ess showing her as he did SO that he
condidered her his equal and lady,
and all that, rs she certainly was--a
little countryfed, of course, but q
clergyman's daughter and the widow
of country doctor.
After much consideration he finally
mustered courage for the effort, and
walked into the front parlor, sent the
small servant to esk Mrs. Muntle to step
there for moment, if she pleased.
"What can he want?'
Then she blusllcd brightly, settled
her necktie, took of her apron and
walked lemurely in.
"Be seated, mai ma" said Mr.. Pat.
tcrson. ''Please to sit here. Allow
me to sit near you. have something
to say which may require some con.
sideration
"Oh, dear, it's coming!" said Mrs.
Muntlc.
81 suppose you know I'm man Of
considerable means, ma aln," said the
old bachelor, liable to buy a nice
house, furnish it we'll, and live in il
comfortably"
! $50 I've understood, Mr.. Patter.
son." said the widow.
'And Of course it's plcasanter to
live that way than in bachelor lodg.
ings, or at Il hotel" said MIR. Patter-
son.
81 should Judge it might be," said
Mrs. Muntle, cautiously.
You judge rightly" said Mr..
Patterson, "but you know a bachelor
must he in the hands of servants if he
keeps house. A gentleman don't want
that; he wants lady to superintend
things for him-some one of taste and
refinement, and all that. Common
people don't understand his feelings
and merccnary servants are very poor
Dependence"
II know that" said Mrs. Muntle.
"You are almost as much alone as
l, amt You, Mrs. Muntle? 2" said Mr..
Patterson, coaxingly.
! The doctor knew him. He's going
to do il, just as he said he would if he
ever did," said the lady to herself.
Aloud he answered:
"Well, sir, I am pretty free, it is
true. All my children aro married.
IL know money would be no object
to you," said Mr.. Patterson. You
have enough. But If I were to tell
you that I hated boarding houses, and
wanted a home I think you would have
pity ON me. I'll buy beautiful house,
and yon shall have complete control
OF everything; only to make my
strawberry short-cake for me all nv
life."
He paused and looked at the lady.
''That is delicately put, he thought
"Nor will you hire out for a house
keeper in that, 1 fancy"
81 amt romantic, though" said
Mrs. Muntle; "but, still, we amt
young neither of us, and it gets to be
just that with the most sentimental
after WHILE"
"Don't refuse me-" pleaded Mr..
Patterson.
"Well, Mr.. Patterson, I won't, :"
said Mrs. Muntle. "pm my own mis-.
tress, and though I've never thought OF
a second marriage, why, I think I'm
warranted in making one. And, no
doubt, l shall never repent, for think
you've u fine disposition, and under
stand your ways and tastes"
Mr.. Patterson listened. He saw what
he had done: proposed and been
accepted without having any idea what
he was about.
He looked at Mrs. Munt]e; she was
very nice and fresh and comely, and
ten years his junior, at least, if she
was forty. He could not have done q
better thing, and he would be married
without any troublesome counting. So
he put his arm about Mrs. Muntle's
waist, and said:
"Thank you, my dear. consider
myself very lucky"
He wrote to his good doctor in
about a fortnight's time, to tell him
that he had taken both his prescrlp.
lions, and Was a married man and in
tended to bring his bride home about
Christmas.
Trouble with Bruin.-.llow a Grixxlv
Dispersed Man, Two Mules, and !,
Wagon.