Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1882-06-21
WHAT ALLIED THE OLD MAN.
Or, How Young SawbOneS Won Wife
and Fortune.

Wlnsome Lillian Mcclure looked
up with her rare blue eyes, dewy
with tears, into the face Of the young
physician, who had been summoned
in hot haste from the restful quiet Of
a poker game to the palatial resi-
dence of Stuyvesant Mcclure in or
der that his skill and knowledge
the fruit of years of study and toll
might, if possible, bring back to
health the gray-haired old man who
lay tossing in mortal agony.
Lillian Mcclure had known Aris-
tides w. Hennessey since the days
when they were both little children,
and not six months agone she had
stood before him in all her regal
beauty, her velvety eyes draped with
a mist Of tears, and, while the soft,
pearly flesh of her beautiful arms
touched his cheek with a pulsing
warmth that would make your head
swim, had said that she would never
love him except as a brother.
AS Aristides had three sisters, and
had passed the greater portion of his
life sparring with them, this state
ment did not strike him favorably,
and he went away with Il dull, dead
feeling in his young, bllthsome heart
and Il large chunk of tobacco in his
merry spring pants.
And now he was back again in the
house-that house from which he had
erstwhile SO often stolen silently
and sadly away when the pro-
prietor was unexpectedly found at
home, and which he had left forever,
as he supposed in the balmy days Of
June, when the sweet scented breath
of early summer was kissing into life
tho myriad forms of floral beauty that
lie with such sweetness upon the ver-
dure- clad bosom Of the earth These
thoughts had surged through his
mind as he mounted the front steps
in obedience to the hasty summons Of
liveried servant. He saw the old
familiar door mat with the word
"Welcome" worked in the center
that had beamed up to him in all its
lurid distinctness and mockery one
night when old Mr.. Mcclure opened
the door in response to Aristides' tim
id yank at the bell, and said, in the
cold County Antrim tones he knew so
well how to use, that Miss Lillian was
not at home and probably would not
be for seven or eight years. In the
hall stood the hatrack, beside whose
gaunt frame, with its spectcr-like
arms, he had often fingered in the
mellow half-light Of the turned down
gas with Lillian's head resting trust
fully above his liver-pad, and her car
ollne corset pulsing gently against
his suspender. All these scenes came
back to him with vivid distinctness as
he stood by the bedside of the sick
man and looked tenderly down at
Lillian, who, with pale face and
rumpled bang, had knelt by her faith
er's side and buried her nose in the
pillow which supported his head.
Presently She looked up at Aris-
tides with a weary, yearning, St.Louis
look that would have melted Charles
Francis Adams.
The young man bent quickly for
ward. "Lillian, my love- he said,
scan it be possible that"
"Kneel by my side" said the girl
in tender porter-house steak tones
that thrilled his very blood.
Unmindful Of the bagginess of the
knees Of his pants that such an action
would certainly produce, unmindful
of everything but the fact that he
loved Lillian Mcclure with wild,
passionate, Dearborn avenue love that
rocked not of matinee tickets or ice
cream, Aristides knelt by the girls
side, and placing his strong right arm
around her taper waist, he kissed her
tenderly just aft of her starboard ear
| 1t wasn't a very easy job to rattle
this young man.
s'Do you still love me, Aristides?''
said Lillian, making "a bluff to blush
as she spoke.
"You know | do,'' was the reply
! dIi't lIiit L Noulst llsh lily NclN cAlSt-
enee to gain your love in return"
The girl smiled glad six, button
smile.
81 believe you,' she said, "and tell
YOU nowhere in the presence OF
sickness, perhaps death, that if you
save my fathers life-my darling,
idolized, sour mash papa-I will
marry you ere the crocus sprouts :,
Enough replied Arfstides, ris
ing to his feet. Your father shall
be saved. l swear it by my hall
dom. l don't know what halidon
means, and like enough haven't got
one, but l swear it all the same
Bring me bottle OF Reardon's Rail
road Relief
The medicine was brought, and
the sick man quatfed it. In two
minutes he was very well.
"You have saved him, my dar