The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-03-04
A COMICAL MISTAKE

DR.. RaymOnd's Prescription.

huStViVu W iOOh IOu0u ne WOulu nave
seen him and had not the doctor been
deep In medical reverie about Jane
Todd's collar bone he must have spied
the dapper figure as 1t darted away. But
as 1t was, he fumbled for his key min
ute, and then rang the bell and while
doing so, spying something white un-
der the door, he picked it up and tore it
open. Tore it open that letter with
all its lavishment of border and blue
seal that letter over which Bob had sat
up till two A NJ, rounding his periods
and curling the tails of his P's and @
Was it for this that he bestowed so
many slaps on his forehead ? 0 Fate !
Bridget, that faithful servitor, answer
ed the bell, charged with message
which she was bent on delivering with
out the least possible delay.
"If you please, sir, Morton-J Jones'
wife's-sister's been here, and little
Johnny'sa fell through the loft and took
up for dead, and they'd like you to come
this minute, and two Irish women called
and baby, and there's little boy with
fayver it is in Long Lane, and Miss
Usher's sent this note''
Long Lane must wait" muttered
the doctor, and he threw his instrument
case and the letter on the tables and took
the note Bridget held out. "Morton
Jones, hey ? He's that man on the
Flats, isn't he ?"
+" Yis, sir"
I'm go at one. Hum ~ (skimming
the dainty note in his hand). "' Dear
Doctor So nervous and depressed-my
old foe neuralgia upon me again - come
as soon as you have leisure, please, and
meantime send me that prescription
which did such good last year. Pre-
scription Yes, of course, she longs to
be dosing herself-all women do. Yours
sincerely, Madeline Usher That comes
of being alone and fanciful. If she had
one earthly thing to do she'd be we'll
woman. I'll see she gets nothing to
hurt her."
And tearing scrap from his pocket
Ebook, he penciled some cabalistic signs.
" Here, Bridget. Fetch sheet of pa
per, will you or, stay, this will an
sewer. And seizing Bob's valentine, the
unconscious doctor wrote upon its back
as follows:
{" My DEAR FRIEND / send some
thing which think will suit you better
than the prescription you asked for. 1t
isn't exactly medicine, but will do more
good than if it were, and be great deal
better for you at this season of the year.
Be sure to take brisk walk after it.
You know l always told you more than
half your bad feelings come from loneli-
ness and want of occupation. l wish |
could make you feel this half as strong
ly as l do. I'll drop in this evening if
possible. Yours faithfully,
"L. RAYMOND"
Poor girl" he muttered, "she puts
me out of patience sometimes, but she
is good creature Bridget, see that
this goes to Miss Usher as soon as Willy
comes home from school. I'm in a hur-
ry."
And he huddled the papers into an
envelope, and was off with a bang of
the door, leaving the note in Bridget's
custody. The prescription lay upon the
floor, where it had fallen unperceived.
Miss Usher sitting in her parlor by
her bright fire, pale, detected, wrapped
in shawl, was not little amazed,
when, two hours later, the missiye was
placed into her hands. DR.. Raymond
had written her notes before, half pro-
fessional half friendly, but this was
something unexampled. Silver doves,
a smirking cupid, with one pink wing
and one blue one, roses, eglantines, and
what-not round the edges, these fiowery
lines enclosed
"Oh say II is not wrong to love,
To love, to worship thee
The sea yearns for the stars above,
The stars look on the sea.
The hot moon woos the scented gale,
The parched flower the dew
Their love, their longing does not fail,
And why should mine for yours
'I.ike bird all spent with wandering,
All weary must l roam,
Until feel my restless wing
In the dear nest of Home.
Bat what were home without thy face,
o fairest love of mine
Then deign that humble home TO grace,
And bless your Valentine"
1t was really not so bad - considering
that but eighteen short summers had
passed over Bob's head, and that for
some time back his "restless wing" had
been furled in the large dry goods shop
round the corner, which he hoped some