The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1873-07-24

/ SuoEt VI IL every Jay, b0iu the OIL
doctor.
/ "Fll make q note Of It," said Nj
Patterson.
"And If 1 should be very III shell
nurse me?n
"splendidly, "said the doctor, ant
went his way.
Mr.. Patterson thought the matte
over, and thought better OF 1t every
day, and when the little note, inform
Ing him that the widow would be vii
ling to take him in and do for him
reached him, he had his trunk and
portmanteau already packed, and was
oil ready to start that afternoon. Al
for her boarder's peculiarities. thus
"Niss fellow; solid plenty of money;
thinks himself i'll, but isn't; ought to
be married; told him 30, but he hates
the Idea of courting; marry off some
day, no doubt; viii you have me p
Yes Call In q clergyman. Over.
Very peculiar old bachelor; but then
old bachelors are peculiar generally"
The widow was what Yankees call
an amazingly smart woman. She had
married at sixteen, and had never
failed to have washing over when 9TH
er people were hanging out theirs.
Her bread always rose, her cake was
always good, and her butter was al
ways sweet. At forty-five she had
married oil her daughters, and was
well-to do, buxom and happy.
Her son and his wife boarded with
her, and she added to her plentiful
savings by taking q summer boarder
or two If they happened to offer.
Fifty and bachelor" said Mrs.
Muntle looking In the glass. "Well,
it seems . pity; but then when elder
ly gentlemen marry. it 10 generally
some hitytity girl that leads them =
terrible life, and likely Its 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 obeyed the doctors prescription
carefully. He ate bread and drank
milk, robbed the orchards like
schoolboy, and declaimed over tho
strawberry ehortcake after . fashion
that would have made his reputation
at the bar. Then, too, Mrs. Muntle
did not smile at his aches and pains,
and insist that he must be perpetually
well because he had fresh complex
ion and.dimples on his cheeks. She has
savory herb teas and potions, which
she produced when he complained of
feeling miserable, and she had that
blessing Of hypochondriaos. . hom9-
pathic box and book in the house.
There were remedies in that box for
everything; and 1t was pleasant to
find that when there was q crawling
sensation in your flesh, or any kind OF
uneasy feeling In your legs there were
dear little giobules to be had just suit
ed for the symptoms that to find
very angry about nothing In
dicated pulsatiIla, and that even for
love there was q medicine.
For two month or more Mr.. Patter.
son boarded with Mr.. Muntle, 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
ng on Its wilted branches. He had
grown so fond Of his little room, with
Is white curtains and fresh grass
1leached linen, Of the country good
hings, and Of the cosy musings OF
,uxom Mrs. Muntle, that he could
scarcely bear the thought Of parting
With them altogether.
After all, why could not he buy a
rouse, and try to get Mrs. Muntle to
keep it for him? Perhaps she would.
He would offer her high salary, and
The would have plenty Of servants.
Then, indeed, he might have friends
line with him, and be as happy a.
possible.
If only he could approach his host.
sss showing her as he did 90 that he
her his equal and a lady,
md all that, as che certainly was, q
little countrified. of course, but a cler-
yyman's daughter and the widow of q
doctor,
After much consideration he finally
courage for the effort, and
into the parlor, sent the small
servant to ask Mrs. Muntle to step
here for moment, if she pleased.
"Gracious !" thought Mrs. Muntle,
what can he want?"
Then she bIushed brightly, settled
her necktie, took of her apron aud
walked demurely In.
"Be seated, ma'an," said Mr.. Pat
terson. please to cit here. Allow
HE to sit near you. have something
to say which may require some con.
"Oh, dear, 1t Is coming!' said Mrs
II suppose you know I'm a man of
'ome little means, ma'am," said the
,ld bachelor. table to buy . nice
house, furnish 1t we'll and live In il
so I've understood, Mr.. Patter-
son." said the widow.
And Of course it's pleasanter to live
hat way than in bachelor lodgings or
IN hotel" said Mr.. Patterson.
II should judge 1t might be-" said
Mrs. Muntle, cautiously.
"You judge rightly" said Mr.. Pat
terson, but you know q bachelor
must be In the hands Of servants X be
keeps house. A gentleman don't want
that; he wants lady to superiDtend
things for him-some on . Of taste and
refinement, and all that. Common
people don't understand his feelings,
and mercenary servants are poor de-
pendence."
II know that" said Mrs. Muntle.
"You are almost as much alone az I,
aren't you, Mrs. MuntIe ?" said Mr..
coaxingly.