The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1876-11-24
Miscellaneous.
A BLIGHT IN SUMMER.

Twas not the regular doctor, for the prac.
tice at Burnley belonged to Fred Garnet an
old hospital friend of mine, who had taken
to a simple country practice, while l had
been roaming about the word as a surgeon
in emigrant ships, and during the Franco
German war. We had met after seven years
when WANTED months quiet in the country,
and he had asked me to attend to his prac-
tice, while he came up to town to pass de-
gree, for he was hard.studying, ambitious
fellow.
man at the door desired me to come
over and see his master, who was diving OF
gout. This w.s the announcement by the
servant. Saving that had been consulted
about terrible wherrtin' pain" in the
back of an old lady of Is, this was my
first CAL
"Therc's Miss Kate a-watching for u.s."
| could see the hutter of a white dress by
the gate as we drove on, but my attention
was too much taken up by the prettiness oil
the place, and | was gaping idly about,
thinking nothing of "Miss Kate" and her
cares, when the gig stopped and l jumped
down.
"Here he ia, uncle dear" she cried.
'Time he was here" exclaimed some one
with savage roar
Alter giving various little orders placed
the tender leg in an easy position the patient
breaking ont into furious exclamations the
while Then by means of some hoops from
a small wooden tub made a 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
hearing sigh of satisfaction of seeing a
smile steal over the face, which was now
smooth and bedewcd with gentle perspra-
ton, and directly after, in a drowsy voice,
my patient said 4:
kitty, my darling, he's a trump. Take
him into the next room and apologize to him
and tell him I'm not always such a beast"
lie was half asleep already, while I.-even
in that short hour--I had fallen into a
dream, dream of love /, who had never
loved before, nor thought of it but as sickly
boy and girl stuff, unworthy of busy men.
! cannot tell you how the day passed. only
that Kate Anstey had implored me not to
leave her uncle yet; and |? | was her slave
and would have done her bidding even to
the death.
lie 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 cut 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.
as anything wrong?" | said, tremb-
ling,
':Yes lots" said the old man. "What do
you come here for ?"
"For mercy's sake, don't keep it back p'
said, for the room seemed to swim round me.
as Kate i'll ?"
"Yes think she is" he said gruflly.
"But look here, young man, what does this
mean?"
"Mean," said. ooh, Mr. Brand, if she
is i'll let me see her at once -
"She don't look very bad" he said, peep
ing through the crack Of the door into the
parlor, where | could see her white dress /;
but say, young man, you'd better not
come any more. She's growing dull, and |
can't have my darling made fool Of"
"Made fool Off / stammered.
"Yes," he said grufiy; "what do you come
here for 7"
was silent for minute. with wondrous
feeling stealing over me, as at last my lips
said-I did not prompt them--''because
love her with all my heart"