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therefore resign, l do not think the
country would suffer. Laughter.
Without any Courting.

aches and he hated the dusty street, Ii
which the summer heat burnt, and th,
summer sun shone before the greer
leaves had draped the trees, and th,
squares of grass and wisteria vines ant
potted geraniums which have come TO b,
so blessedly popular in New York, len
its summers freshness.
what shall do, doctorl' he said tc
the white-headed old physician. .Yor
say nothing ails me, but can tell wha
my feelings are better than YOU can.
know l shall be down with something
soon. / rode in u car with half donei
dirty children the other dav-going tc
the smallpox hospital, haven't doub,
very red and nasty looking, all of 'em
aud while was buying something in o
store the other day, a horrid old woman
begged of me because her husband was
sick with typhoid. No doubt l have
canght both diseases aud it's the com.
plioation that puzzles you.-Couldn't
relish my coffee this moring; left nv
milk toast untouched. Hateful lie,
that OF bachelor at hotel. Oh, dear
met
why don't you marry, then! said
the doctor.
a. ~! "o'h ~ iuucn CourunS, saiu
Mr.. Patterson. "iou spend six months
or SO, at least, dangling at a woman 5
apron strings. You must go to the
theatres and the opera if she is CAV, and
to church meeting if she is pious. At
iity man likes his slippers and dress
ing-gown and easy chair OF an evening.
III II was just stepping over to the clergy.
mans and getting married, putting a
ring on her finger and saying or nod
dlns, Yes two or three times, why |
wouldn't mind it. you know.
An well, courting is the fun OF il all.
IN my opinion said the old doctor.
'Dut every one to his taste. Aud my
advice 10 you Is, to go into the country
10 another hotel and more mercen-
airy waiters!" said Mr.. Patterson?
No. said the doctor, go to a nice
private house. know one-a mother
~ widow lady who cooks a dinner fit
ior king.-River before the house
woods behind it, orchard TO the left
kitchen garden to the right; no fever
and a2uc; no mosquitoes. Heavenly
am going up there tomorrow and I'll
see II she'll take you.'
Very well, said Mr.. Patterson. Il
think III try it,
And you must drink plenty of milk,
and eat plenty OF nice house-made
bread, said the doctor.
Yes, l will,' said Patterson. over
joyed at last, at hearing something that
sounded like a prescription. And YOU
would advise milk
Quarts of ii every day. said the
doctor.
III take note of it, said Patterson.
If l should be very i'll she'll
nurse mc9'
'Splendidly,' said the doctor, and
went his way.
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 he
had his trunk and portmanteau already
packed, and was all ready to start that
afternoon. As for the widow, the doc
tor had prepared her for her boardcr's
thus:
Nice fellow, sol id; plenty of money;
thinks himself Ill, but isn't; ought to be
married, told him so, but he hates the
idea OF coulting, marry oG-hand some
day, no doubt: will you have me!'
Yes Call in clergyman. Over. Very
peculiar old bachelor; but then old
bachelors are peculiar generally
The widow was what Yankees call an
smart woman. She had mar
ried at sixteen. and had never failed to
have washing over, when other people
were hanging out theirs. Her bread
always rose, her cake was always good,
and her butter was always sweet. At
iorty-five she had married of all her
daughters, and was we'll to-do, buxoIn
and happy.
Her son and his wife boarded with
her, and she added to her plentiful saw
ings by taking summer boarder or
two if they happe ned to offer.
Fifty and u bachelor said Mrs. Mum
tie, looking i'll the glass. 'Wellit seems
a pity; but then when eide riy sentlmen
marry, 1t Is generally some hi,ytity girl
that leads them u terrible life, and likely
it's for the BEST
Then she looked in the glass again,
for the widow was but woman after
all.
Mr.. Patterson came To the widows
and obcyed the doctors prescription
carefully. lie ate bread and drank milk
robbed the orchards like school boz,
and deolaimed over the straw be rry short
cake after a fashion that would have
made his reputation at the bar. Then,
too, Mrs. Muntle did not smile ut his
aches and pains, and insist that he must
be perpetually well because he had n
fresh complexion and dinples in his
cheeks. She had savory herb teas aud
portions, which she produced when he
complained OF feeling miserable, aud
she had that blessing TO hypochondriacs,
a homeopathic hox and book in the
house.
There were remedies in that box toy
everything; and it was pleasant to find
that when there was crawling sensa-
ton in your flesh, or kind of uneasy
feeling in your legs there were dear lit
tie giobules TO be had, just suited for
the symptoms; that 10 find yourself very
angry about nothing indicated pulsatil-
la, and that even tor unre4uited love
there was medicine.
For two months and more Mr.. Patter-
son boarded with Mrs. Muntle, and
happier months he haa never lived
through. Then he went back to the
city fOr flew weeks, returned in urgent
heed oi more pellets from the medicine
chest, and stayed until the last pink
chrysanthmeum was blooming on its,
wilted branches. He had grown so fond
of his little room, with its white curtains
and fresh glass-bleached linen, of the
country good things, and Of the cozy
nursing OF buxom Mrs. Muntle, that he
could scarcely bear the thought of part.
ing with them altogether.
After all, why could not he buy .
house, and try to get Mrs. Muntle to
keep it for himg Perhaps she would
lie would otter her a hi gh salary, and
she would have plenty of ofservants. Ther
indeed, he might have his friends Il
dine with him, and be as happy as pos
sible.
If only LIE could approach his hostess
showing her as he did SO, that he con
sidered her his equal and lady, and al
that as she certainly was-a little coun
tryfied, Of course, but q clergyman
daughter and tho widow of . countr!
doctor.
Afser much consideration he finall,
mustered courage for the effort, an,
/ walked into the front Darlor. scnt IN