The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1875-03-06

hpcl-hilt q III cuVI"S' YOU hh"N Any 'H'hS
about knitting stockings.
Then the doctor turned around aud looked
o his visitor. lIc saw plnmp iiulc figure,
a face still lrcSn and fair, two small clouds OF
shor, rra,ish curl>. and two blue eyes that
mel his with = smile. Her clothes Were old
fashioned but not cheap. Sur was neither
rich nor poor neither uli Gor young, neither
hold nor vet afraid, The doctor did not KNOW
| whether 10 be cross or not.
/ so YOU have taken the trouble To come
here to tell me | did not know anything
about siocklngsY Dr. Lambert spoke snccr
ingly, but his small, yellow-brown eyes
Itwinklcd pleasantly under their bushy eye
brows.
NO, sir; came here to speak toyou about
a little girl. And rs have interrupted you
perhaps you may hear me now, and then l
can 20 away
Aud without waiting for any answer Miss
Morettc had stated the case as briefly as pos,
sible.
Pooh" 1t is nothing said the doctor,
Give her plenty Of milk ard fresh air and
she Will get we'll
Yes, sir. But should like to have you
look al her
DO you suppose | cure people by looking
at them?
No, sir. Bat you might SEC
'Ah, vessel That is the way with all
women they always wantyou TO see But |,
madam, have no time to waste upon sight
seeing. Where 90 you live?'
Not very far, sir; only half Il mile
Half a mile! Do you think would walk
half mile on such hot day to see anybody?
| 1T is not 50 hot after you have passed The
! bridges, because there are so many trees 1t
IS on the road to Florissant, the third house
on the left from the Green Road And per-
haps you might ride
perhaps might. Allow me to say, how
ever, that am still able to walk But Will
! not 90 so far. have no time. And will
not 20 anyway said the doctor, working
himself into little storm.
! Miss Moreltc gathered up her knitting and
asked serenely: Do | owe you anything,
sir?'
No, madam, no. am happy to say that
YOU owe me nothing. | wish you goOd.day.'
Miss Morette returned home somewhat dis.
appointed, but greatly interested. what a
strange man he is she thought. He is so
terribly cross and yet he has such warm,
bright eyes, rs if there was so much goodness
IN him, somewhere, if you could only get AT
it,
The same afternoon a. Miss Morette was bend
ing over her flowers, she heard the click of
the garden gate, then long shadow projected
itself across the tlowerbed and gruh voice
above her said; Where is that chlld:'
She arose quickly. Dr. Lambert stood be-
fore her. Without expressing her surprise
she led him into the house and introduced
the child. This is my little Pauline, doctor.
The doctor tried his best to be cross but
he could not do it. Paulines lovely face,
framed in soft golden curls, her great, pa.
IA l1n,ly had oh
which no one could Withstand. He examine
her IN silence, wrote short prescription, and
then said:
She Will get well. All she really needs is
plenty of sleep, GOOD food and pure air.
These you can probably give her
Yes, sir; our food is simple, but good
All the better for being simple. | suppose
you would like TO feed her on ice.cream and
port wincH
4 would i'll could afford it 1t would coax
hel appetite.
NO doubt it would, but she can do without
them
As the doctor did not seem in hurry to
go, Miss Morctte showed him her garden, of
which she was very proud
What are those things FORE asked the doc.
tor, pointing TO the semi.circle of summer.
houses.
They are little grcencrles for my old ladies
to sit in
They look like menaCeric.'
DO they: / think they look very pretty.
You see they are surrounded by little flower
beds, with plenty of mgnoncttc think the
smell of migonnettc is good for people
AS she spoke she picked up a few sprigs or
her favorite flower and gave them to the doc
tor and as he did not seem to know what to
do with them she put them in his button hole,
as she had often done for her father
Perhaps the smell of mIgnonette was good
for the doctor, Tor he became quiet and ar
most gentle.
When they arrived at the gate he asked
Why do you keep this flock of old women :?
DO you think they will be grateful"
Il do not know. But it does me good
enjoy it,
DO you? Then you must be very happy
Il am she replied softly, almost reverently
Had she seen the look the doctor gave her
she would have been almost alarmed at the
warmth Of its kindness. But the innocent
little lady was medtatinga great mistake.
Doctor she said, 4 am very much obliged
to you for coming. | dare not ask you to-
come again, but-may 90 TO tell you when
Pauline is better
Madame said the doctor, savagcly, Il do
-
my household. do not wish to be constant.
ly reminded of them. And have the honor
to bid you farewell
And he strobe away, followed by Fido..
The next day Miss Morettc was seated at
her window, holding Pauline on her lap,
when a strange vision appeared before her as
tonishcd eyes DIR. Lambert, or his ghost,
was walking up the garden path, with large
tin can in his hand and two long white par
GELS sticking out ofhis pockets and bobbing
amiably on each side of MIN After the fash.
ion of ghosts he entered without knocking.
But it was 4 decidedly living and lively voice
that said:
Come, bring me two saucers and two
spoons. Bequick
Miss Moreltc did rs she was told and the
doctor opened the tin can. II contained
some sawdust and a smaller can filled with
pink and white icc-cream, which he deposit.
ed in two saucers.
Don't say anything; eat it before it is all
melted. lie quickr commanded the doctor,
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