The bee., 1877-08-02


 What girl in the world would have had the pluck to answerg They every one gigged as if they were pleased beyond acc, unt.
 Yes" the doctor breathed out, "i thought so."
 You don't know anything at all about it then" saId Ellen Ayres.
 Don't heys"
 No, you don't,". said Mary Moves
 "Don heyy'
 "No, you don't" said Susan Merwin
 "You really mean 10 say l don't, do you 7"
 Yes, we do," said Sarah Searls.
 Did ever female lips talk such non sense 7"
 No, sir" said Abby Baker, "the girls ain. so much afraid as you think for"
 "Aint, hey?'
 No, they aint," said Emily Page. And now it seemed to be the doctors turn 10 laugh, which he did in clear, round, ringing style, the possession of which almost any living person would covet him. What aoas he laughing at;2 They would all give so much to know But somehow these things are always so tangled up that it passes human skill to unravel them.
 Dr. Bray that evening, either saw new sights with his eyes, or drank in new in- spiration from what surrounded him, or did or saw something else in Mrs Lewis's drawing rooms that made a. change come over the spirit of his dream. He was not in love. No, that wasn't,it. He was still the custodian and ks aer of his own heart. Certainly, certainly; but then | Sarah Flower never looked to him exact y as she seemed to look then. She must have got a new expression some where, and put it on for this special oc- casion. Sarah Flower bewitched him. Her eyes kindled very strange and un- usual feelings in pr. Bray's heart. Her lips tempted him dreadfully. He never saw so much grace in her carriage be- fore, and certainly never supposed that | she could step across anybody's carpet so like queen. Well, but the he dare not let her suspect anything. Q, no, that wasn't the sort of man Dr. Bray was, at all He would let this new pas sion kindle and kindle, and burn and keep burning, till it twisted and coiled itself around him beyond any chance of extricalion. That was the kind of a man he was he left the business more to chance and circumstance than to his own guiding and controlling will He ! hadn't any real will of his own about it. Thinking it ail over for the next | few days, he came to the sage conclusion that he would sit right down and pen a letter to Sarah. Not over his own name, I would have you think but anonymously.
 Somebody has said-who is it, I would be glad to know ?-that a man I who will write an anonymous letter to anybody, is coward, and good many other things much worse than this. Well, Dr. Bray, as I was saying, sat down 10 his table to write his letter to
 
 Sarah Flower. l am not going to quote it, or any part of it, for the reader would be sure to say it was nothing but non sense; as no doubt it VAS. He told her hoy he felt, and how she looked in l his somewhat partial eyes. He used terms of adoration such as only angels from the seventh sphere could under stand. He confessed affection enough to make forty girls like Sarah Flower as happy as they could be all their life time-he was her slave--he threw him self at her feet; he forgot everything else, even his own name for her sake. He lived only because she lived and when she died, the world would be a blank, and life no longer of any worth to him. In fine. Dr. Bray was "done for" entirely, Unless he could possess himself very soon of Sarah, it would be the end of him entirely. Into Dr. Bray's office--for he was a patient practitioner of medicine*- lady, few days before he finally re- solved to send this letter to Sarah Flow CT, who was anxious for advice in case of dropsy. She didu't know whether