The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1875-02-18


were poor people, who did not pay, and
who sorely tried the short patience ot
| their beloved doctor by their long ex
/ plantations and senseless fear of death.
The only intimate friend of DR.. Lam
bert was his dog Fido They went every
where together, and on fine afternoons
the doctor and his dog might always be
seen sitting at the window, looking al
what happened in the street. and ex-
! changing opinions thereupon; for the
doctor seriously believed that Fido un.
/ derstood what was said to him, and that
| he made distinct and very sensible re-
marks upon all subjects worth discussing.
And no one had ever dared to contradict
the doctor.
Miss Moretle arrived at the top of the
steep street in which the nobility of Val
mont chiefly congregate, and where DR..
Lambert had lived for period of thirty
/ years. She rang the bell of a large stone
| house, of which he occupied the second
floor, and was admitted to the ante
chamber by the doctors housekeeper.
Jeanette had shared the vicissitudes
of domestic life with the doctor during
twenty-five years. She was acquainted
with his ways, and declared on all proper
occasions that he was the best and kind
est of masters.
Can see the doctor p asked Miss
Morette, with an engaging smile.
That smile reached Jeannette's heart,
and she became instantly confidential
81 am afraid not, ma'am This is one of
his bad days, so to speak, and he would
not be easy to deal with Is it for your
self, nlaa am"
No; it is for little girl, and want
to see him SO muchl'
EEWnll Won i1J,f INV i
case. But it won't be pleasant to you; he
is rather cross this morning"
"Oh, do not mind that at ALL" said
Miss Morette, cheerfully; sit will not
hurt me-"
No, ma am; it is all bark and no bite
Only don't look as if you were afraid of
him, for he can't bear that"
Then she knocked at the doctors door.
Come in, said sonorous voice.
Jeanette insinuated her head within
the room. at is a lady to consult you
about child, Sir"
There was no answer Taking silence
for consent, Jeanette gently pushed
Miss Morette into the lions den
The doctor was seated at his desk in
one corner of the room, reading. He
neither turned his head nor spoke; he
seemed buried in his book. Miss Morette
walked quietly to green sofa,
seated herself upon it, unpinned her
shawl, took out her shawl, took out her
work, and began to knit.
Fido came up to her, and the smell of
her dress being pleasant to his nose he
tried her hand. A few dumb civilities
were exchanged between them, after
which Fido stretched himself at Miss
Morette's feet and continued his nap.
When the doctor got tired of reading
he began to write, which he did with
great vigor and loudly scratching pen
About fifteen minutes had passed in
this way, when Miss Morette suddenly
broke the silence ooh dear! p she ex-
claimed piteously.
What's the matter? Are you sick"
asked the doctor, gruf1y.
mo, indeed, Sir"
Then why do you disturb me p
Il am sorry did not mean to speak,
but dropped stitch just as l was talk
ing up the heel, and But l don't sup.
pose you know anything about knitting
stockings"
looked at his visitor. He saw a plump
small clouds of short grayish curls, and
two blue eyes that met his with a smile
Her clothes were old fashioned, but not
cheap. She was neither rich nor poor
neither old nor young, neither bold nor
yet afraid The doctor did not know
whether to be GROSS or not.
$50 you have taken the trouble to
come here and tell me I did not know
anything about stockings" ?" Dr. Lam
bert spoke sneeringly, but his small vel
low-brown eyes twinkled pleasantly
under their bushy eyebrows
mo, Sir; I came to speak to you about
a little girl. And as l have interrupted
you, perhaps you might hear me now,
and then I can go away"
And without waiting for an answer,
Miss Morette stated the case as briefly as
possible.
Pooh 1t is nothing" said the doc
tor. Give her plenty of milk and fresh
air and she will get we'll"
'Yes, Sir. But I should like to have
you look at her"
ing at them p
mo. Sir. But you might see"
"Ah, yes-see That is the way with |
all women; they always want you to see.
But I, madam, have no time to waste
upon sightseeing Where do you live p
Not very far, Sir only half mile
"Half mile! Do you think l would |
walk half a mile on such hot day to see
any body?"
1T is not so 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 perhaps you might |
ride"
Perhaps might. Allow me to say.
however. that | am still able to walk |
But | will not go so far. I have no time. |
And will not 20 anyway said the doc |
tor, working himself into a little storm.
Miss Morette gathered up her knitting, |
and asked, serenely, do l owe you any
thing, Sir p
mo, madam, no. I am happy to say
that you owe me nothing l wish you |
good-day"
Miss Morette returned home some
what disappointed, but greatly interested. |
What strange man he is" she thought.
Il He is so terribly cross, and vet he has
such warm, bright eyes, as if there was
so much goodness in him. somewhere, if |
you could only get at it y
That same afternoon, while Miss Mo |
rette was bending over her flowers she
heard the click of the garden gate, then
a long shadow projected itself across the
flower bed, and a gruff voice above her
said, Where is that child Y
She arose quickly. DR. Lambert stood |
before her. Without expressing her sur
prise, she led him to the house, and in
troduced the child. This is nv little |
Pauline, doctor"
The doctor tried his best to be cross,
but he could not do it. Pauline's lovely |
face, framed in soft golden curls, her |
great pathetic black eyes, had power
and charm which no one could with |