The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1875-02-18

"Come in,' said sOnOrOus voice.
Jeanette insinuated her head within
the room. 1T is q lady to consult you
about a 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 Moretts
walked quietly TO green sofa, seated
herself upon it, unpinned 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 pose, he
tried her hand. A few dumb civilities
were exchanged between them, after
which Fido stretched himself ut 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 a loudly-scratching pen
About fifteen minutes had passed in
this way, when Miss Morette suddenly
broke the silence. go dear" she ex
claimed, piteously.
whats the matters Are you sick?'
asked the doctor, gruff1y.
mo, indeed, sir"
"Then why do you disturb me?"
II am sorry. did not mean to speak,
but dropped stitch just as l was tax
ing up the heel-but don't suppose you
know anything about knitting stock;
lngs."
Then the doctor turned round and
looked at his visitor. He saw plump
little figure, face still fresh and fair,
two 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 vet afraid. The doctor did not know
whether to be cross or not.
$50 YOU have taken the trouble to
come here to tell me did not know any
thing about stockings?" DR.. Lambert
spoke sneeringly, but his small, yellow
brown eyes twinkled pleasantly under
their bushy eyebrows.
"No, sir; I came to speak to you
about little girl And as have inter
rupted you, perhaps you might hear me
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 WELL"
eyes, sir. But should like to have
you look at her,"
DO you suppose I cure people by
looking at them?"
NO, sir. But you might sec"
"Ah, yes-see! That IS the way with
all women; they always want you to see
hav
upon sightseeing. Where do you live.'
mot very far, sir; only half a mile
"Half a mile! Do you think would
walk half a mile on such hot day to see
anybody:"
at is not so hot after you have passed
the bridges, because there are so many
trees. It is on the road to Florissant
the third house on the left from the
Green Road. And perhaps you might
ride"
Perhaps l might Allow me to say
however, that am still able to walk
But will not 20 so far. have no time
And will not go anyway" said the doc
tor, working himself into little storm
Miss Morette gathered up her knitting
and asked, serenely: do l owe you
anything, SIR"
mo, madam, no. am happy to say
that you owe me nothing. l wish yot
good day."
Miss Morette returned home somewhat
disappointed, but greatly interested
"What strange man he 49," sht
thought. He is so terribly cross anc
yet he has such warm, bright eyes, as ii
there was so much goodness in him
somewhere, if you could only get at it.
The same afternoon, while Miss Morettt
was bending over her flowers, she heare
the click of the garden gate, then a lon(
shadow projected itself across the flower
bed and gruff voice above her said
"Where is that child?'
She arose quickly. DR.. Lambert stoot
before her. Without expressing her sur
prise she led him to the house and in
troduced the child. This is my littl'
Pauline, Doctor"
The doctor tried his best to be cross
but he could not do it. Pauline's Lowell.
face, framed in soft golden curls, he
great, pathetic, black eyes, had powe
and charm which no one could with
stand. He examined her in silence
wrote a short prescription, and thel
said:
"She will get well. All she really
needs is plenty of sleep, good food ant
pure air. These you can probably Civ
her."
"Yes, sir; our food is simple, bu
good"
"All the better for being simple. Isup
pose you would like to feed her on ice
cream and port wine?"
~ would If could afford it. 1twoult
coax her appetite"
"No doubt it would, but she can d
without them"
As the doctor did not seem in hurr,
to 60, Miss Morette showed him her gal
den, of which she was very proud.
"What are those things for!" aske'
the doctor, pointing to the semi-circle 0
summer-houses.
"They are little greeneries for my oil,
ladies to sit in"
"They look like menagerie."
"Do they? l think they look yer
pretty. You see they are surrounded b.
little fower-beds, with plenty of mig
nonette. l think the smell of mignon
cite is good for people,"
As she spoke she picked few sprig
of her favorite flower and gave them t
the doctor, and as he did not seem t
know what to do with them she put ther
in his button-hole, as she had often don
for her father.
Perhaps the smell Of mignonette We
good for the doctor, for he became Quie
and almost gentle.
When they arrived at the gate b
| asked:
why do you keep this flock Of oil
women3 Do you think they will b
gratefully"
Il do not know. But it does me good
enjoy it."
do you! Then you must be yer
Il am" she replied, softly, almost re,
erently.
Had she seen the look the doctor CAV
her she would have been almost alarme
ct the warmth of its kindness. But III
innocent little lady was meditatiDg
great mistake.