The National tribune., 1882-04-08

bitters were provoked to find that tbey had
been fostering home talent, and began to
question if they had received any benefit
from them after all; others stoutly refused
to believe that Bradford had been capable of
evolving such tonic from its inner con-
sciousness; but these were the class of peo-
pie who would doubt that the electric light
Illuminated, if it had originated In their
neighborhood.
"And you mean to say that a woman
started and owns the bitters?" questioned
Mrs. Bruce, one of its warmest adherents.
"Well, I did think it helped me about nv
rheumatism, but it must have been the
medicated flannel"
Having unraveled two-thirds of the enig-
ma, the good people of Bradford bent their
| intellects to solving the whole
Dr. jays Bitters were happy thought y
the clerk at Mortar d PestIc's was saving to
Rob Marquand, as young Spencer dropped
in for glass of soda.
"They say Mrs. Morris has made her for
tune out of them"
"Who says SOP" asked Rob. =
Haven't you heard? She's been mighty
sly, and small blame to her! Nobody wants
to be pointed out as the woman who makes
your bitters DR.. Morris, it seems, left a
recipe which he used to make up for his
patients when there wasn't much allied
them, and after he died and they didn't
know which way to turn Mrs. Morris she
put it into the hands of a manufacturer on
the halves. But it isn't everybody, you
know, who would feel proud to shoulder
patent medicine upon the public; it isn't
aristOcratic. You wouldn't want bunch of
herbs for your crest. You wouldn't want to
marry into the family"
Il don't know about that" said Rob;
"but don't think any one expects you to
do it."
Mr.. Spencer was on his way to visit Patty,
but he turned about in order to reflect. He
did not object to marry without money, and
rather plumed himself upon the fact, since
he had enough. But what the clerk at
Mortor d PestIe's had said was quite true;
one did not care to marry into a family
made famous by DR.. jays Bitters. And
therefore the perfumed note which Patty
received the next week read:
My DEAR PATTY: I promised NV
mother once, in the days when believed no
woman would ever touch my heart, that T.
would never marry without her consent.
Having told her of our engagement she
refuses to sanction it; and /, cruelty staid,
leave it to you to say if l shall keep my VOW
to her or follow my own sweet will? Always
your lover, "PAUL SPENCER
"The bitters haven't agreed with him."
said Lena, when Patty broke the news.
oh, yes" said Anita, they have cured
him."
Of course there was but one reply possible,
and Patty sent it. HE never could have
loved me-" she sighed mournfrlly, "or the
patent medicine could have made no differ
ence."
"He never could have loved as Rob loves
you" Lena ventured.
"Robl"
"Yes, Rob. The bitters make no differ
ence with him."
i never thought of it. But shall never
marry now" And Patty thought she was
quite sincere. But perhaps there is nothing
more soothing to the lacerated feelings of
Tilted woman than the existence of anotheH
loverin the background.
1t was year and half later when Rob
brought Patty a foreign letter from the
evening mail. He had started on an errand
of his own, and waited with beating heart
while she read the pages, fearing that he had
come on a fools errand after all.
MANY waters cannot qUench love-" wrote
Mr.. Spencer, land although put the ATTAIN
tic between Us in obedience to my mothers
viii, I have never ceased to regret. Nothing
shall ever come between Us again, nein heb
'iag; the happiness of lifetime is not to be-
weighed in the balance with q stupid un-
considered promise. I shall leave for Amer
Ica IN the next steamer, and the future shall
make amends for the weary months of suf-
tering and heart-break. 1 thought / could
i've without you. Twas mistaken"
ooh" cried Patty in distress, he will be
lere, directly" She had risen and turned
pale. Did she love him stillp "He takes
for granted; how can tell him
am not his liebling!"
"Tell him." said Rob-" tell him that you
belong to me, Patty"
But, Rob, you have never
mo, have waited for this. See, have
'uilt my house; it is no longer castle in
he air" and he unfolded his uncles promis-
ID check. "Will you write Mr.. Spencer that
'ou belong to me, Patty?"
Yes" laughed Patty, blushing beneath his
,iss; Il will tell him that you had courage
o take the bitter with the sweet"
After all" said Lena. "our money came
-ery near wrecking Polly's happiness
Iary N. Prescott, in Oar Continent.
AT THE GREAT BATTLEFIELD.
After looking over the battlefield of Chan
ellorsYille I went back to the brick house