Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1874-07-02
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to her frank and genial temper; so she
laughed and chartered freely with him, al
ter the manner of women with physicians
whom they like and trust, and he found
it impossible to resist the charm OF her
sunny mood. Besides, another tie, closer
than that of doctor and patient, had been
discovered between them.
One day when. in the mutual skirmish
of wits. she had launched, a delicate ar
row at some pet foible of his, he turned
upon her, threatening new application
of torture, and shaking ominously small
phial containing some colorless liquid.
what are YOU going to do with that y
she demanded, half-defiant, half deprecat-
ing.
IL am going to drop some of it behind
your ears" said the do c:or severely, ito
blister them as punishment for hearing
all that / say in a perversely distorted
fashion and if l were not very merciful,
l should likewise bestow little upon the
tip Of your equally perverse tongue
"Oh-h, don't, please !" cried Fiossy,
shrinking away as he approached her. 81
will take 1t all back. viii it hurt much p
TOO late forrepentance now" said the
doctor, in stern voice, but gathering
away very tenderly the soft bright curls,
which chung about the pretty little ears
and thinking what shame it was that it
should be necessary to fret that dainty
skin with troublesome blisters.
Flossy held her breath, and sat trem-
blingly expectant of some sudden sharp
pain but the terrible drops fell harmless
as if they had been water, and DR.. Bu-
chanan laughed aloud at her look of sur
prise and relief.
II did punish you, did not?" he said
in glee; ''But the fright was the whole OF
it. The blisters will not be painful; only
little uncomfortable and a great relief to
your eyes,"
"But l should like to know how am
to do my hair ?" said Flossy, plaintively !;
Il shall just knot it all up at the back OF
my head"
..Oh, DON'T" begged the doctor. Its
such beautiful hair. l beg your pardon,
but have a sort Of right to praise it, be-
cause it is so Scotch-the real gold OF
Highland lassie's locks. The very sight
Of its flowing from its ribbon mood, in
these days of dragged up and frizzled top
knots, gives me a home-feeling. Do you
know I have fancied more than once that
your forefathers must have been country
men of mine? These eyes are certainly
the true Scotch blue, and you don't know
how it hurts me to pour this burning stuff
into them"
The sudden scorching pain made Flossy
hold her breath for few minutes but
when it had subsidized somewhat, she said.
eagerly:
$50 you are Scotch? l never thought
of it before, and yet l might have known
it by your name, and by-by-"
"By what, pleasep" said the doctor,
with eager eyes on her face.
by my learning to like you SO quick
ly," said Flossy, frankly, though her color
deepened under his pleased look. 'For,
you must know, have always had the
greatest liking for everything Scotch.
The Scottish Chiefs was my first novel;
l could spout whole pages of it at
the mature age Of seven, and Sir William
Wallace has been my pet hero since. AZ
ter got beyond Miss Porter, Sir Walter
Scott took possession of me, und many a
scolding got for lessons neglected be-
cause Of his fascination. To this day no
poet has ever touched me as Burns has
and, in short, no country has ever inter-
ested me so much as Scotland.
Some day shall make pilgrimage
there -
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