The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1881-07-28


who had written prize treatise on some dis
gushing and sanguinary subject, and no
doubt practiced yivisection, should be, to his
thinking, though for quite opposite reasons,
like Wordsworth's Lucy
!. A maid whom there were mono to praise
And very few to love.
He fancied he knew how she would look
slight, sandy -complexioned, her light, char
acterless hair very neat and wholly uninter-
esting. her dress very upright and uncom-
promising about the bases, collars and cuffs
prim and spotless-no ''sweet neglect" about
her, nor even eth adulteries of art" which.
notwithstanding Ben Jonson, he thought
most bewitching. She was SO distant a
cousin that kinship had not made the invita-
ton obligatory. But his mother had dearly
loved her mother, and when that gentle
widow wrote that her dear Allis had returned,
and that she longed to have her ever-beloved
Candace know her before she settled down
to her profession, the ever beloved and ever
obliging Candace replied at once that the
young traveller should be made welcome.
A caravan Of unexpected guests could not
upset Aunt Larkin's perfect order, nor find
her garrison Impoverished. But she con-
fded to Thanny that she expected GRIT
had lived to Paris would find their way of
livin' dreadful old fashioned and common"
And he guessed that she secretly dreaded
the incursion, as he did Polite he would
certainly be, but he thought he would move
his books out to the stable loft, and live as
little as possible at home while Dr. Allis re-
NAMED. He wished women would keep to
their own sphere, and let mems work alone.
By the time the two sessions were over, the
compositions inspected, all the school
"chores" done, and his face turned home
ward, he was sure that he detested un-
womenly women, and of these sinners he
reckoned female doctors chiefest.
AS he opened the kitchen door, Obadiah's
Sarah stood revealed, buxom, red-armed,
good natured, carefully straining aromatic
broth into china bowl. Twas her no.
tion,' she explained. II shouldn't never
have teched the best set-no, nor made the
soup neither-'thout tellin'. I took her up
he toast an tea, s you said, an she never
looked Mt 'em. But she said she must take
suthin', an she made 1t herself. You never
see sech happy little thing. My! I guess
the full soul could eat that mess. Honey
combs cloyin' alwuz. never see the force
OF that tex. An she's gave her some sort
O revivin' medicine t didn't have no taste or
smell, g fur 8 see, an she's a settin' up
already, an seq her headaches INST gone,
an l never knowed her out O. bed before in
isss n two days, when t really took holt on
her."
What meaning even so close translator
OF difficult tongues as Mr.. Nathan Larkin
would have distilled from this speech
may not be known. For at this pause there
appeared in the opposite door the most salts
factory gloss imaginable. fluffy head, all
blonde curls, puffs, frizzes, he knew not
what; pink cheeks; laughing brown eyes;
shining teeth; a cambria gown that might
have awed him, had it not been even more
picturesque than fashionable; trim slippered
feet beneath its abbreviated crispness-be-
hold the key to Sarah's voluble obscurity!
II am Allis Putnam" said the phantom OF
delight, coming forward, with frank hand
outstretched, ''and beg your pardon for
coming unannounced. But we found the
late train did not connect And mamma said
Aunt Larkin could not be taken at disad-
vantage. Having come, my professional
nose shifted action Mt once. Sarah was the
best Of assistants" -shedding brilliant
smile on that staring neophyte, which
Nathan was inclined to consider waste of
between us we have really set
your mother on her feet again Now I'm
going to administer my next remedy, and
then you may talk with her as long rs she'll
listen. think we can persuade her out on
this lovely yeranda." And the doctor dis
appeared with her savory broth. "a
Don't she beat ALP" inquired the bustling
Sarah, intent on the impending supper.
''Pooty's that wild rose, an smarter'n light
MIN 'Tain't strange the old doctors, that
jest look owlish an don't do no good, don't
want women inter the business They'd steal
the trade in no time. There's sour cream
enough, an told her I'd make some tip-top
flap jacks for supper. Don't you take an
extry step for me, Sarah, she says. I'm
Soin' to feast on brown bread an milk while
1 stay There amt nothin' better n sour
cream fapjacks, but she's SO 'fraid o givin
trouble. That's what call real lady
If Nathan guessed that the name of this
extolled delight was written on DR., Allis' In
dex Expurgatorius he nevertheless ate his
own share with due satisfaction, and equally
enjoyed the rich preserves, the fruity cake,
the crumbling tarts, and the delicate, strong
tea. set forth in the best china to honor the
visitor, who, much to Sarah's disappoint-
ment, elected brown bread and milk. after
all
How it was brought about neither Aunt
Larkin nor Nathan could have told, but Oba-
diah's Sarah, whose Declaration of hide
pendence had always read that she
wouldn't live out for nobody" found her
self permanently installed in that cool and
spotless kitchen within three days of DR..
Allls' advent. Aunt Larkin having repeated
for thirty years that she didn't see the
sense Of havin a girl clutterin' round to pick
up AFTER" and her son being accustomed to
accept as final whatever domestic views his
mother promulgated, received the new dis
pensation with submission on the one part
and rejoicing on the other. The doctors
luggage appeared to consist in great part in
franklin Square" novels, and the infinite
riches in little room, of the Half hour
Series" And when Nathan came home one
afternoon to find his mother comfortably
rocking in her large chair on the vsranda,
deep in the fortunes of the Greatest Heiress
in England, instead Of stirring up pancakes
or making button holes, he said to himself,
"Alls is witch, bless her!" Yes, already
it had gone SO far that the unwomanly
doctor was "Allis" TO him And at tea this
studious young sage, who spent all his leis-
ure in gardening among classic roots, an
nounced that as to- morrow would be Satur-
day, he was sure they could not do better
than to drive over to Bethesda Springs all
of them, and spend an idle day in that great
Vanity Fair.
But to morrow it was Nathan's turn. His
head was chained to his pillow with shackles
of pain. It was seasickness, he said to him
self. without the palsy of the will It was