The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-06-13

sapare Dieces of green, one on each side of the
front door. shut in with brown fence; the
small door seemed quite covered mp, Tor, be-
sides q large aiming kuocker in the middle,
there was above it brass plate, on which was
inscribed T" DIR. James, in large letters. There
also appeared smsn bell on one side, ana an
other opposite labelled "night bell" Which
of these advantages to improve. was at hrst
rather a puzzle to Margaret; but her aunt set
tied the question by giving smart pull to the
riCht-hand bell, whence she concluded that the
kuocker, which she had meditated an at
tack, was intended solely for upprofitabAs
ornament.
tall and thin young man, who had the
appearance of having outgrown all his clothes,
opened the door with a promptuess which
seemed to imply that he had been lying in wait
for the favorable moment to pounce upon
them, and which was little startling to the
ladies. He surveyed them both with interest,
explained that the doctor was not at home,
but was expected in, and proposed that they
should walk into the parlor and wait. Having
ushered them into that department, the youth
discreetly withdrew.
my dear aunt, what a forlorn room! And
do You see the dust?'
Miss Soelman shook her head in mournful
masner, and proceeded to establish herself on
black horse-hair couch, (having first gently
tapped it with her handkerchiefO while Mar
garet walked about from one thing to another,
commenting and criticising.
"This is where he sits to write, suppose.
And if here isn't family of three little kittens
curled up in his arm, chair! hope he won't
mistake them for q cushion, that's all What
piles of books! Medicine, medicine medicine!
Oh! here is something of different kind !;
poetry who would have imagined it Shelley,
Lougfellow, Tennyson. How many nice
things! This bookcase is filed with treasures.
The dust can't get in there, that's comfort
And this is family portrait, I suppose; o lady
with one, two, three, six children. How funny
and old-fashioned it is! Here are his pipe and
smoking-csp; oh! do see these funny skin
| slippers; :" and she balanced one on each hand
How I would like to rummage here! Oh!
there are sleigh-bells." And Margaret estab-
lished herself, prim and proper, in one of the
hard, straight-backed chairs just as DIR. James
entered. He gave them pleasant welcome,
and conducted them at once into "the shop
"It's good time to look about bere," he
observed, "while John is gone with the mare.
The shop is his especial sanctum, and think
he regards visitors as interlopers."
There was no dust to be seen in that room /;
| everything was scrubbed and brushed till it
shone, and absolute neatness reigned.
"This does not look to me like shop" said
Margaret
al can't say 1 deal in 'slipperyellum,
stick-licorish.' and 'gumarabic- drops" re-
piled the doctor if you want the real name
this is Q dispensary on a small scale. You see
have no faith in Ar. Dreamer, in Sealin g
further than for simple doses. You might buy
essence of peppermint or tincture of rhubard o
him, to great advantage; but as for compound
ing pills and powders, prefer to attend *
those myself Then it 10 convenience II
some of my patients, who can make visit t.
the doctor and obtain their remedies at on
, and the same time"
At these words, Miss Speman gave her nice
r little nudge, as they stood side by side, an
looked, as the saying is, volumes but Margare
3 did not understand, aud wondered what he
aunt could mean.
"And who is John p she asked.
e ooh! John is my fsctotum as much pal
3 of my self as the shop is. You see he stays heI
3 when 1 away, and goes errands; b
keeps everything nice, and can be trusted wit
y simple prescriptions ; in return for which,
o impart to him little medical knowledge;
u we stand both amicably in each others deb
y which leads to excellent understanding b.
% tween u.s."
II Again Margaret felt hereelf gently poket
u but being completely in the dark as eve
abe was forced to wait for an explanation ii
u a future time. They admired all the arraug
~ ments, till Johns return, when the doctor il
them back into the parlor, where, the Fl
having been stirred up and the curtains dra v
% as to admit the sun, the aspects of thin
40 was moro cheerful Margaret once more a
x mired the kittens and books, and accepted t
10 doctors offer to lend from the latter, by be
80 80 rowing Miss Procteris poems, in blue AID gol
III which she espied on high shelf.
49, On their drive homeward, Margaret said
why did you punch me, Aunt Selinai w
1 misbehavingH"
mo, indeed! 1 only wanted yo1 to mott
90 what the doctor was saying. What was it =
"The first time was when he said bis patier