Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-09-18

i ton in your flesh, or a kind of uneasy
feeling III your legs, there were dear
little globules to be had just suited to
the symptoms; that to find yourself
very angry about nothing indicated pull
satilla, and that even for unrequited
love there was a medicine. \
| For two months and more Mr.. Pat
terson boarded with Mrs. Muntle, and
happier months he had never lived
through. Then he went back to the
city for few weeks, returned In urgent
need of more pellets from the medicine
chest, and stayed until the last pink
chrysanthemum was blooming on its
withered branches.
He had grown so fond of his little
room, with its white curtains and fresh,
grass-bleached linen, of the country
good things, and of the cosy nursing OF
buxom Mrs. Muntle, that he could
scarcely bear the thought of parting
with them altogether.
After ali, 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 a high salary, and
she would have plenty of servants.
Then, indeed, he might have friends
dine with him, and be as happy as pos
sible.
If only he could approach bis hostess;
showing her as he did so that he con-
sidered her his equal, and lady, and
all that, as she certainly was-a little
couItryied, of course, but Clergyman
daughter and the widow of country
doctor.
After much consideration be finally
mustered courage for the effort, and
walked into the front parlor, sent the
small servant to ask Mrs. Muntle to
stop there for a moment if she pleased
"Graciousl" thought Mrs. Muntle,
"What can he want?"
Then she blushed brightly, settled
her neck-tie, took off her apron and
walked demurely in.
"Be seated man," said Mr.. Patter-
son. ''Pleasc to sit here Allow me to
sit near you. 1 have something to say
which may require some consideration. !"
"Oh, dear, its comingl" said Mrs.
Muntle.
81 suppose you know I'm a man of
considerable means, man," said the
old bachelor, cable to buy nice house,
furnish it well, and live in it comfort
ably"
$50 I've understood, Mr.. Patterson"
said the widow.
And of course it is plesanter to live
that way than in bachelors lodgings or
at hotel" said Mr.. Patterson.
"I should Judge it would be-" said
Mrs. Muntle cautiously.
"You judge rightly" said Mr.. Pat
terson, "but you know bachelor must
be in the hands of servants if ne keeps
house. A gentleman don't want that;
he wants a lady to superintend things
for him-some one of taste and refine
ment, and all that. Common people
don't understand his feelings, and mer-
cenary servants are poor dependence. :"
81 know that, said Mrs. Muntle.
"You are almost as much alone as /,
aren't you, Mrs. Muntle?" said Mr..
Patterson. coaxingly.
"The doctor knew him. He's going
to do it, just as he said he would if he
ever did," said the lady to herself.
Aloud she answered:
"Well, sir, 1 am pretty free, it is true.
All my children are married"
81 know money would be no object
to you," said Mr.. Patterson. "You
have enough. But if I were to tell you
that hated boarding houses, and want
ed home, I think you would have pity
on me. I'll buy beautiful house, and
you shall Lave complete control over
everything; only to make my strawber-
~ shortcake for me all my life."
He paused and looked at the lady.
"That is delicately put" he thought.
"Nor will you hire out for a housekeep-
er in that, 1 fancy"
CT 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.. Pat
terson.
"Well, Mr.. Patterson, won't" said
Mrs. Muntle. Elm my own mistress,
and though I've never thought of Sec
ond marriage, why think I'm warrant
ed in making one. And no doubt /
shall never repent, for 1 think you've a
fine disposition, and l understand your
ways and tastes.
Mr.. Patterson listened. He saw what
he had done; proposed and been ac-
cepted without having any idea what he
was about.
He looked a. Mrs. Muntle; she was
very nice and fresh and comedy, and ten
years his Junior, at least, if she was
forty. He could not have done a 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. 1 consider
myself very lucky"
He wrote to his good doctor in about
fortnight's time, to tell him that he
had taken both his prescriptions, was a
married man, and intended to bring his
wife home about Christmas.