The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1876-10-28
A BLIGHT IN SUMMER

Twas not the regular doctor, for the
prejudice at Burnley belonged TO FRED
Garnet, an old hospital friend OF mine'
| who had taken to simple country prac-
tice, while l had been roaming about the
world as surgeon in emigrant snIPs'
and during the Franco-German war. we
had met after seven years, when L want,
ed a months quiet in the country, ana
he had asked me to attend to his practice
while he came up to town to pass de-
gree for he was hard-studylng, amoi-
tious fellow.
A Young man at the door desired me
to come over and see his master, who was
dying of govt. This was the announce,
ment BY the servant. Saving that mao
been consulted about terrible wherr'.
tim pain" in the back of an old lady OF
seventy-five, this was my first call =,
"There's Miss Kate a-watchlng for US"
I could see the futter of q 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 was gaPiag
idly about, thinking nothing of "Miss
Kate" and her cares, when the gig stop
ped, and l jumped down. H.
aHere he is uncle, DEAR" she cried.
thine he was here" exclaimed some
one, with savage roar.
After giving various little orders L
placed the tender leg in an easy position,
the patient breaking out into furious ex-
CARNATIONS the while. Then, by means
of some hoops from small wooden tub,
l made little gypsy tent over the limb
so that the coverings did not toucn .ne
exquisitely tender skin, and at the emo OF
half an hour had the pleasure OF hearing
a sigh of satisfaction, of seeing smile
steal over the face, which was now
smooth and believed with gentle per-
spiration, and directly after, III drowsy
voice, my patient said:
kitty, my darling, he's trump. Take
him into the next room and apologize to
him, and tell him I'm not always such
beast"
He was halt asleep already, while L
even in that short hour Il had fallen into
a dream, a dream of love; who had
never loved before, nor thought Of it, but
as sickly boy-and girl stuff, unworthy OF
busy men.
l cannot tell you how that day passed,
only that Kate Anstey had impIored me
not 20 leave her uncle yet; and L 1 was
her slave, and would have done her DID,
ding even to the death.
He was soon better, but my visits to
the farm were more frequent than ever.
| 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 caug ht hold of my coat and drag
ged me into the kitchen.
as anything wrong?" l asked, tremb-
ling. ,, num-,
ayes, lots said the old man. "What
do YOU come here forF'
"For mercy's sake, don't keep it back!"
said, for the room seemed to swim
around Inc. as Kate illr'
"Yes-I think she is" he replied, grut-
fly. "But look here, young man, what
does this mean?" .
"Mean!" l said. "Oh, Mr.. Brand, if
she IS i'll let met see her at once!'
"She don't look very 0ad," he said,
peering through the crack OF the door
into the parlor, where l could see her
white dress; "but say, young man, you'd
better not come any more. She grow
ing dull, and C mt have my darling
made fool Of
"Made a fool of" stammered.
eyes" he said, gruftiy; "what do you
come here for?"
was silent for a minute, with Won
drous feeling stealing over me, as at last
nv lips said-I did not prompt them
"because l love her with all my heart.
"And have you told her so?"
"Not word" ! said, slowly. My
hand was being crushed as in wise the
next minu:e:
"Im not a gentleman, doctor, but |
know one when l meet one. There, you
NAV 90 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
would trife with that girls heart would
be the greatest scoundrel that ever step
ped on Gods earth"
The whole of this part of my life is SO
dreamy that it is like some golden vision.
But | was at her chair, | know, and that
glorious evening l was content to watch
the soft, dreamy face beside me, as she
sat there with hands folded in her lap,
watching the sunset
At last we rose and walked together
through the wood, to stop at last beneath
an overshsdowing tree, and there In low,
broken words ! told her | loved her, and
in her sweet, gIrlish simplicity she laid
her hands upon my shoulders, looked up
in my face and promised to be my little
wife.
I went home that night, riding in
wonderful triunphsl chariot, instead OF
gig, and to my great surprise, on reach
ing the house, there was Fred Garnet.
"Back already" stammered.
"Already? Why, the months up" he
said, laughing. You must have bad
good sport with your fishing, Master
Max"
1t came upon me like thunder, this re-
turn, and l lay that night awake-happy,
but miserable, for this meant the end OF
nv visit, and what wa! to come IN the
futureY / had not thought of that.
| put it of for the time, and having OBJ
tanned willing permission from Garnet, l
went his rounds the next morning, and
OF course found my way to the farm
| fancy the servant looked at ME IN
rather peculiar, constrained way as she
said that her master had gone TO the off,
hand farm.
"And Miss kate?" l asked.
ashes down in the wood, sill" said the
girl.
waited TO hear no more, but ran along
the garden, leaped the gate, and crossing
two fields, went through the wilderness,
and over the s,ile into the wood.
My darlingp l kept repeating, as |
hurried on, expecting to meet her at
every turn, and then | stopped short
with a horrible psng seeming to catch
nv heart. | was dizzy, faint, rsglng
with anger, and mad in return; but that
all passed off, to leave bitter, crushing
sense of misery, as l held on by young
ssplng, and peered at the scene before
! me.
There stood, with her back to me, Kate
-fsl.e false kste-with the arm OF q