Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1874-07-30

ICI1dI MILK DIT lotol SAAeAN 49, ANSANAy
met Miss Deane.
Here June interrupted-"And, oh, Doc
tor! Miss Rachel said you had quantities
of smiIax. We can't get it here, and
want some so much! Mayn't come beg
ging?"
"June!" began Mrs. Marston, severely,
and then added: " DR.. Deane, it is not
nv fault. but June will always act like
an impulsive child | wish she would
control herself"
June bIushed, the doctor felt uncom
Portable. and Fred audaciously whistled,
going over to pinch his sisters cheeks.
and answering: Its no use, motherl
June will be June, and you can't make
November out of her. Rex doesn't mind.
| am sure"
4. The tall doctor arose, saying:
"T shall be delighted to send to Won
any plants you may like if you will come
now and then and see my treasures. You
will do so, won't you?
There was mischievous twinkle in
June's ewes but tone and manner were
denurely 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! | shall take care that
Aunt Rachel earns visit Immediately.
NY flowers are my pets, and they do re-
ward me with such grace and beauty Ny
roses are lovely, even now"
"Rosesl Oh, Doctor!"-and June
flushed and dimpled with the quick thrill
of delight looking very sweet, as the Doc
tor thought, as she added, in spite of
mammals frown:
'Why didn't you wear one here so [
could have stolen it? Do you remember
how I used to confscate your button-hole
bouquets at Vevey, and how vengefuIly
that poor English old maid would watch
me? 1t was such fun to listen to her
endless TRADES about pert American
girls"
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
wishing 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.
She's grown, certainly, but she is the
same charming child | knew three wears
ago in spite of her added inches. Pm glad
she isn't after the pattern of Ashland
damsels, 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, | think | will escort her"
Arrived at his own door, he went
straightway toward the conclusion of his
plans, calling from the hall:
Aunt Rachel! Where are you? Here
are some letters, and oh! | met Fred
MarstOn, and promised him we would call
this afternoon. You have no engage
ments?"
"No. We will go 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 darlings,
severed 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; dis
| entangled smilaX sprays till he found a
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
fastcn it at her throat, blushing all the
time. She couldn't have told "Why." 1t
was an instructive impulse. The flowers
dispatched, DR.. Reginald settled himself
| to write an article upon the treatment of
femOral fractures He had been pro
vOked beyond measure by some unscien-
! tific methods in use among country prac
! titioners. Indeed he had worked himself
| up TO such pitch of medical indlgna-
| ton that he fancied the treatise in ques-
| ton would almost write itself; but the
divine aftlatus' would not come. Even
| the opening sentence was a failure. lie
caught himself writing feminine" for
9 femOral;" and instead of thigh bones he
| thought OF dimpled, flushing face.
Aunt Rachels tap interrupted his solll-
oquy-
Reginald! There has been a dreadful
accident! You must go at once. Poor
| Mr. Niles has fallen from some staging,
crushing 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
| oS us CISCu anu poor HIIS N vas VI
| little use. Mary had come home from
Madame Foy's, but it was DR.. Deane's
own white hands that prepared every
| thing, and with tenderest touch lightly
examined the dreadful bruises. He was
| dimly conscious that some one had come
into the outer room, though all he had
| heard was stifed exclamation and a
| low huSh!" He knew the baby stopped
his ailing and that Mary brought him a
! roll of fine, soft linen that never came
from the cottage stores; then he half
heard quiet murmur of a gentle voice :;
/ but when his work was done there was
no stranger visible
Giving his parting directions, he
! added:
g You will need some delicacies, Mrs.
| Miles, and l will see that Aunt Rachel
! sends you some wine at once"
Indeed, sir! you're very good, but my
sweet child-Miss Marston, sir has been
here, and see: she's brought me wine and
fruit and Jelly enough to last the master
| for days. | was her foster-mother, SIT;
she never forgets me nor my Mary there.
Bless her sweet face. Why she treats my
| girl like a sisterr'
Mary'S eyes were full of tears, but she
must add her mite of praise.
"Oh, Doctor. she was trying on a
| dress at the Madame's when they came
for me, and when she heard the news
she made her coachman bring me at
oncew
"Yes-well," said the doctor coolly
though his heart throbbed, BLESS herr
III be in again before night. There is
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