The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-04-04

4 lower part Of his face from ugiiness
1.-THE physician wrote the few neee
sary Latin words, among whie
Iaequa seemed really the most consp
lcuous, and then passed into the otl
ler room. The doctor knew wins
awaited him. The little game ha
been tried more than once before.
"Good morning, Miss Estelle,
said DR.. John, approaching the sofi
where the languid beauty reclineC
"Your mother tells me you are i'll.
Miss Estelle, with an almost imps
tient gesture, brushed away th
floating hair from her temples
earelessly, and really unintentional
lly, it would seem, barring by the mo
tion one Of the most beautiful arm
that sculptor ever ra7ed about, anC
replied:
''Yourmanner seems to say, "Mis
Estelle, you are always Ill. VIII
don't you behave yourself2"
"Oh, how happy | should be, DIR
John, if you would once in your lifI
be kind to me. l do really thinl
something is the matter with my
heart. What ifI should dieY'
No picture of Watteau's could eY
|er have been more witching, more
charmingly colored than the LITTLE
form before him. Every accessory
of toilet had been brought to bear up
on the citadel Of his heart; and to the
handsome woman no dress is so be
coming as the aeglige of her boudoir,
with its lace and fantastic embreid-
cry, slippered feet and graceful pos
ture. Then the vases filed with
flowers, the mirrors and Jewels, and
perfumes, and enticing lolling chairs,
Heigho! many young man has
bowed to such a shrine, and made a
fool of himself for life, when in the
glare and glitter of the drawing-room
no such nonsense would have been
thought Of.
DR.. John acknowledged the beau
ty Of this picture. It was daint y,
dangerous. 1t had been
dished up to him on several occa-
sions, but never so much to his
mind as now. The beauty's man
ner was earnest, and almost suppl
eating. What man could fail to be
under such circum-
Remember, too, that DR..
John was praying to be loVed-had
that very morning almost prayed
that Heaven would send him a little
bundle Of comfort in the shape of a.
good wife, and it will not be strange
that, Notwithstanding the efforts
previously made to entrap him, he
should think only of the present
Ioveliness.
"What are you reading, Miss Es-
5elle?" asked DR.. John, after a mo
neat of appreciative scrutiny.
Wilson's Essays, eh?7 and the doc
5or's face showed all the surprise
md pleasure felt by its owner. @And
upon my word, if here isn't Emerson.
That is healthy food-rather heavy,
hough, / should think, for sick
yirlr'
Miss Estelle drew a long breath.
For the first time in the twelve.
months of trial had she received one
Yord of compliment or condemna-
ion from the man whom her moth
+ had determined she should mar
" A- N
GAS true as live another book
mder the pillow, Really, I have
ONE curiosity to know the title Of
hat volume, ALSO" continued the
loetor almost caressingly.
"Oh, it is nothing" replied the
invalid, languidly, shut
tupid cookery book that l got from
he library. Mother depends upon
ne, you see, for our desserts, and l
an tell you that sometimes my in
,enuity is sorely tested"
One little hand tucked the volume
urther under the pillow, while the
,ther, unconseiously, of course,
lropped upon the doctors with the
White, jeweled fingers lying on his,
he fair, dazzling face upturned but
he words which would have doomed
lin to misery all the days of his
ife, were unspoken.
How wonderfully and providen-
tally little things sometimes appear
o save from desolation and death
The hand with which she had striv-
N to hide the partially-eoncealed
,olume had strangely enough, lifted
he frill of the pillow, and disclosed
10Th title and author, one of the
most mischieyous and reeklessly
written books ever translated into
ne English language.
For a moment the doctor sat 81
ent with horror and astonishment
Not so much that the young woman
,efore him had developed q taste for
uch literature, but that she could
o unblnshingly lie to him.
81 do not think" said he, at last,
that you need any medicine. So
'ou have my permission to study
he cook book under your pillow as
as you may feel disposed.
t IS pleasant to know that fashion
.Dle young ladies are possessed of
uch domestic and literary tastes.
1ood morning, Miss Waters"
DR.. John passed out Of that abode
ick at heart.
q came near losing myself in that
rap. What confounded fools men
.re!"
The thought was rather humiliat-
no. and DIR. John was unable to