Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1874-07-16
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evenings: into all OF which Mrs. Marstoh
entered with dignified interest, remarklng
at last that she had already met MIS-
Deane.
Here June MISUNDERSTANDING, Oh, Doc
tor! Miss Rachel said you had quantities
of smilax We can't get it here, and l
want some so much Mayn't come beg
gingm .,-.
and then added: .Dr. Deane, it is not
my fault, but June will always act like an
impulsive child. | wish she would con-
troll herself"
June blushei, the Doctor felt uncomfor-
table, and Fred audaciously whistied, CO.
ing over to pinch his sisters cheeks, ana
answering, ats no use, mother June
will be June, and you can't make Noyem-
Der of her. Rex doesn mind, I'm sure. y
The tall Doctor arose, saying:
II shall be delighted to send to you any
plants you may like, if you will come now
and then and see my treasures. You VIII
do so, won't you?"
There was mischievous twinkle IN
June's eyes, but tone and manner were
demurely proper, as she answered.
"Whenever mamma calls upon Miss
Deane l shall be happy TO accompany
her,
The Doctors eyes twinkled back to her
own merry thought, but all he said was:
every well l shall take care that Aunt
Rachel earns visit Immediately. MY
flowers are my pets, and they do reward
me with such grace and beauty My
roses are lovely. even now"
Roses! o, Doctor r'-and June flushed
and dimpled with the quick thrill OF de-
..-lk ar nc hnntnr
thought, as she added, in spite of mamma 5
fcown:
"Why didn't you wear one here, 50
could have stolen it? Do you remember
how used to confiscate your button-hole
that poor English old maid would watch
me 1t was such fun to listen to her end
less Trades about pert American girls J.
Mrs Marston was looking unutterable
annoyance at these "reminiscences; Fred
laughed outright, adding his own bit of
absurd recollection, which the Doctor
might easily have supplemented, but wish
ing to conciliate mamma" he only smiled
quietly and made his adieus.
OF course poor June received a lecture,
to which we don't care to listen. The
Doctors thoughts are more interesting.
same charming child that l knew three
years ago. in spite of her added inches
I'm glad she isn't after the pattern of
Ashland damses, and it is decidedly nice
that she regards me so much her senior.
I'll keep up that illusion for a while. Aunt
Rachel shall call this very afternoon, and
-yes-well-I think will escort her."
Arrived at his own door, he went
ctca srrhttu Nd In Of hiS
plans, calling from the hall:
"Aunt Rachel Where are you? Here
are some letters: and, no met Fred
Marston. and promised him we would call
this afternoon You have no engage
ments Pr
mo. We will 60 about four if that
will suit you"
Exactly. Now have writing to do"
He felt like a conspirator, as he
marched straight to his floral darlngs,
severing bud and blossom, leaf and ten
drill, till his hands were full. Then filling
dainty basket with damp moss he made
the flowers nestle closely together; olsen
tangled smilax sprays till he found root
potted that: and then sent basket and vase
to Mrs Marston's with a card explaining
that the plant was for Miss June, the
flowers for mamma.
If June found deity hidden under the
shining leaves a tiny moss rosebud, it was
most improper for her to kiss it and fasten
it at her throat, blushing all the time. She
coulden't have told "why." 1t was an in
DIR. Reginald settled himself to write an
article upon the treatment OF formal irac
lures" He had been provoked beyond
I,xrC a.. in,
use among country practitioners. Indeed
he had worked himself up to such pitch
of medical Indignation that he fancied the
treatise in question would almost write it
self; but the "divine afflatus" would not
como. Even the opening sentence was q
failure. He caught himself writing '.femi-
nine" for "femoral;" and instead of thige
bone he thought of a dimpled, flushing
face.
Aunt Rachels tap interrupted his solilo-
guy
''Reginald There has been dreadful
accident You must 60 at once. Poor Mr..
Niles has fallen from some staging crush |
ing him horribly"
The surgeon came back from his dream
ing. 1t was the Doctor, not the sentimen-
talist, who snatched his Instruments and |
ran to the sufferers side.
Of course there was the usual crowd to |
be dispersed. and poor Mrs. Niles was of
little use. Mary had come home from
Madame Foy's but it was DIR. Deans own
white hands that prepared everything, and
with tenderest touch lightly examined the
dreadful bruises. lie was dimly conscious
that some one had come into the outer
room, though all he had heard was st-
fed exclamation, and low "hush !" He
knew the baby stopped its wailng and
that Mary brought him roll of fine soft
linen that never came from the cottage
stores then half heard quiet murmur of
gentle voice; but when his work was
done there was no stranger visible.
Giving his parting directions, he add
ed:
"You will need some delicacies, Mrs
Niles, and will see that Aunt Rachel
sends some wine at once.''
Indeed, sir you re very good, but my
sweet child-Miss Marston, sir-has been
here, and, she's brought me wine and fruit
and jelly enough for days, was her fos-
ter-mother, sir; she never iorgets me. nor
nv Mary there Bless her sweet face