The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1876-11-02
A BLIGHT IN SUMNER.

world as a surgeon in emigrant ships,
and during the Franco German war. We
had met after seven years, when I want
ed a months quiet in the country, and
he had asked me to attend to his prac-
tice, while he came up to town to pass
degree, for he was hard d-studying,
ambitious fellow
A man at the door desired me to come
over and see his master, who was dying
of gout. This was the announcement by
the servant. Saving that had been
consulted about 'sterrible wherritin
pain in the back of an old lady of rs,
this was my first call.
t'Ihere's Miss Kate a-watching for
u.s."
I could see the futter of white dress
by the gate as we drove on, but my at
tention was too much taken Up by the
prettiness of the place, and L was gap
ing idly about, thinking not of ''Miss
Kate" and her cares, when the gig stop
ped and I jumped down.
''Here he is, uncle DEAR" she cried.
''Time he was here" exclaimed some
one, with savage roar.
After giving various little orders [
placed the tender leg in an easy position
the patient breaking out into furious ex-
elamations the while. Then by means
of some hoops from small wooden tub,
I made little gypsy tent over the limb
so that the coverings did not touch the
exquisitely tender skin, and at the end
of half an hour had the pleasure of hear
ing sigh of satisfaction, of seei. g a
smile steal over the face, which was now
smooth and bedewed with a gentle per-
spiration, and directly after, in drowsy
voice, my patient said:
''Kitty, my darling, he's a trump
Take him into the next room and apollo
gize to him, and tell him I'm not always
such n beast.
He was half asleep already, while I
even in that short hour-had fallen into
a dream, a dream of love I who had
never loved before, nor thought of it,
but as sickly boy and-girl stuff, un-
worthy of busy men.
I cannot tell you how the day passed,
only that Kate Anstey had implored me
not to leave her uncle yet and I? I was
her slave, and would have done her bid
dino oven fO tho ,iaatb
He was soon better, but my visits to
the farm were more frequent than ever.
I went one day as usual, but instead of
Kate being at the window and running
out to meet me, the old gentleman stood
at the door, looking very angry, and he
at once caught hold of my coat and
dragged me into the kitchen.
sis anything wrong % [ said, trenb-
ling.
eyes, lots," said the old man. 'sWhat
do you come here for p
"For mercy's sake, don't keep it
back - [ said, for the room seemed to
swim round me. 'sIs Kate i'll ?''
':Yes-I think she isl he said grufiy.
'sBut look here, young man, what does
this mean ?'
"Mean," said. sob, Mr.. Brand, if
she is i'll let me see her at oncel''
''She don't look very bad" he said,
peering through the crack of the door
into the parlor, where I could see her
white dress ''but I say, young man,
you'd better not come any more. She S
growing dull, and I can't have my dar
ling made fool off,
''Made fool of 70 I stammered.
eyes" he said, gruffiy; "what do You
come here for2"
[ was silent for q minute, with a Won
drous feeling stealing over me, as at last
my lips said-I did not prompt them
''hecause I love her with all my heart ''
''And you have told her so p
'tNot word," I said slowly. My
hand was being crushed as in wise the
next minute.
'I'm not gentleman, Doctor, but /
know one when / meet one. There, you
may go and talk to her, if it's as you
say; for if it's true you wouldn't make
her unhappy; but, my lad, the man who
trifed with that girls heart would be
the greatest scoundrel that ever stepped
on Gods EARTH
The whole of this part of my life is so
dreamy that it is all like some golden
vision. But was at her chair, know,
and that glorious evening I was content
to watch the soft, dreamy face beside
me, as she sat there with her hands
folded in her lap, watching the setting
sun.
AT last we rose and walked together
through the wood, to stop at last be-
meath an overshadowing tree, and here,
in low, broken words 1 told her I love(!
her, and in her sweet girlish simplicity
she laid her hands upon my shoulders,
looked up III my face, and promised to
be my little wife
went home that night riding in a
wonderful triumpha1 chariot instead OF
a gig, and, to my great surprise, on
reaching the house, there was Fred Gar
net.
''Back already?" I stammered.
''Already? Why, the months up, >
he said laughing. s.You must have had
good sport with your fishing, Master
Max"
1t came upon me like thunder, this
return, and lay that night awake
happy, but miserable, for this meant the