Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1882-12-14
LIES SHADOW.

Whatever on earth you see to ad-
mire is beyond me-" DR.. Ogden said
emphatically.
81 did think, Carroll, you were
made of different stuff from the Or
binary run of young men, but it appears
you are as big an idiot as the rest of
them"
And, looking with DR.. Ogden's eyes
indeed, with almost anybody's eyes
it did seem as if young Carroll Eyting
had done a very foolish thing in de-
terminedly falling in love with girl
who was only pretty and fascinating, but
poor and obscure-and that, too,
when, as the heir and prime favorite
of his rich old bachelor uncle, Carroll
might nave married in his own rank
and society.
But, Jesse Morrison was so pretty,
it was hardly to he wondered at. when
you looked at the question from the
lovers side.
So pretty, with fair dewy complex
ion, all cream-and-roses, great, melting
black eyes and hair, and mouth smil-
ing, and fragrant and saucy. and fig
ure like Hebe's.
"It's too bad. too bad" DR.. Ogden
went on, half-scalding himself with
hot coffee for SUPPER breach of good
judgment he would have roundly be-
rated in patient-"too bad for any
thipgl
81 did think it would all come to an
end. out here you come and tell me you
are up and-down engaged to her.
your prospects ruined, your future
marred."
Carroll laughed pleasantly.
Hardly as bad as that. uncle John,
l hope.
my engagement to Jessie promises
to be long one, fer | have no idea of
marrying until am definitely settled
for my life business"
Ruined and blighted, l tell you,'
DR.. Ogden repeated emphatically.
'She is not the style of girl to make
a good wife-she's selfish. and vain. and
lazy-crimps her hair and fools with
her toilets, at the expense of your shirt
buttons"
"But, uncle john" Carroll inter
rupted solemnly. a merry twinkle in
his blue eyes, you forget shirt buttons
are not worn now.
"Button-hoIes and studs"
"The invention Of the demon for
shiftless women and careless laund-
resses,' DR.. Ogden growled.
| "But that's neither here nor there.
ats the principle of the thing that
am after, although l might argue till
| [ was dumb before | could convince
you that you were running your head
against post"
"Yes, think it would take that
long and longer" Carroll answered.
81 am sorry that you look upon Jes-
sic as you do, uncle John. but 1 think,
when you know her better, you Will
change your mind"
"Neverl
81 haven't lived sixty-seven years,
and half of them right in peoples fam
lilies, not to know the genuine article
when 1 see It'll
"And 1 tell you. my boy. Jessie Nor
rison hasn't the ring of the true metal
about her-never had, never will have;
it amt in herr
And then Carroll bit his moustache
a sure sign that his usually placid tenn
| per was rising.
"We will not discuss the subject
further, uncle john" he said, with a
quiet, manly dignity that Doctor Ogden
felt bound to respect.
"Uncle Carroll is terribly unreason-
able, and utterly wrong" Carroll said
to himself.
"The boy is making a consummate
fool of himself" uncle John thought
regretfully.
And for long month Jessie's name
was never mentioned between them.
1t was at the end of that period of
silence, one cold, dull January day,
when there was snow in the air, and
DR.. Ogden was driving rapidly through
a shabby back street, when q woman
ran out from wretched little house
and hailed him, holding her little
blanket shawl tightly over her unkempt
hair as she stood in the penetrating
air.
81 have been watching Tor you the
last hour, doctor.
There's bad case in the house
an old woman, and stranger.
"You must come in and see her, doc
tor"
1t was "bad case, DIR. Ogden
discovered that before he had been Eve
minutes in the dull, comfortless little
bedroom where the patient lay.
sits bad case," he said to her. in
his bluff, honest way, "but there's
no reason why We won't pull you
through.
Smallpox, suppose some people
wo uld call 1t, variOloid say.
"But you aren't going to die, mind you,
madam.
you're stranger here, Mrs. Jones
tells me.
whats your namer"
"Pm a stranger, sir, and I would
have stayed where | was II I'd dream
ed was going to be such dreadful
trouble.
smallpox, yes, my daughter told me
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