Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-09-19
Fate VS.. the Doctor.

both inhabited by members Of the
honorable family Of Brown, and to
each appertains an only daughter OF
the name Nary. With the excep.
tion of this one accidental point OF
resemblance, there is nothing in
common between the wealthy, plen.
tiful home above and the bare little
cottage below and even this is fast
vanishing, for in the rarefied and
aristocratic atmosphere OF "The
Hill." the sweet holneliness Of the
| Mary has long since given place to
q diminntive, and Judge Browns
only daughter is generally known
under the name of "May."
Pretty May is at this moment
brushing out her crimps, and other
wise preparing for an evenings en-.
tertainment, while little Mary whose
wavy yellow hair needs no crimps,
and is, in fact, her sole beauty, is
lying in bed, " ith meek patience
on her pale face which is pitiful to
see. There she has lain for two
years, poor child! and it is hard to
comprehend how Widow Brown has
managed what between nursing
by night and washing other peoples
clothes all day long. She "niver
could" she says, elf it hadn't been
for the saints and DR.. Hetley-and
glory be to 'em both for the same."
The DR.. Hetley mentioned in such
honorable companiohship is in the
kitchen at this instant busily mix
ing sleeping powder for his little
patient. The materials therefor
came out of his pocket they chap
pening to be there" he said. Such
happenings were not unfrequent
when the doctor visited bare room
like this.
He is an immensely tall, an gular
young man, with long legs and arms,
a kind face, and pair Of short
sighted grey eyes. l suppose may
as wei! own at once that he is the
hero of this little tale, and in love
with May. You people who read
the weeklies get to bs 80 sharp and
experienced in love affairs that
there is no use trying to deceive or
attempting to spring au unforeseen
catastrophe upon you. The moment
DR.. Hetley was mentioned half Of
you, ! know, said to you rselves,
"There lie comes," And you were
light-only You must understand
my victor was . very modest young
fellow, and hadn't the faintest no.
tion OF luck in store for him ; and
though Mary, perhaps-but let me
not anticipate.
Mary was talking to her mother
about something which seemed to
excite her.
"Allpipk, you know mother, with
green edges to it. Oh do you
think I'll liver git one p
"Whist mavourneen who'd be
Otter sending it 7"
"But, mother, in a disappointed
tone, Judy says they always, and
it's st. Valentine sends 'em- He's
saint, you know"
"What's that 7" called out the
doctor.
"Oh! it's only Mary as is a thrub-
bling her head about Judy McCar-
athy's valentine, which she showed
her to day, aud will she iver have
onef tell her there's no likelihood.
Who'd be sending her one, you
know
"DO you want one very much,
pussy 7" asked DIR. Hetley, appear
ing at her door with a smile.
"Judy said almost as little girl as
old as eight did get 'em," replied
Mary shyly.
$50 they do; Judy was right;
and I think you'll have one, Mary,
provided" and the kind face grew
quizzically solemn, "you take your
ease without making any faces and
sleep all night without waking up
once. velentine's Day isn't till to.
yuu know"
Such tender, grateful, pleased
look! 1t followed the doctor down
the streets.
"Poor little SOUL" he said, "Pll
write her one myself"
This was easier said than done.
All sorts of people seemed needing
medical aid that day. They pounc.
ed on him from doorsteps way laid
him round corners, hailed loudly
from upper windows. A man had
been smashed on the railroads.
boy had scalded his foot. Altogeth-
er it was about eight o'clock in the