The Worthington advance., 1882-01-19
GETTING A HUSBAND.

as.UH.p OmefoY s0Ie0 mOssa Vacanuy at tne
E'aol Closely written Sheet he held in his hand.
He read: O..
"Dr. Pcmeroy-I will not apologize for
the unparalleled service am about to ask
:sofyou; suilieo tito say 1 have heard your
bistory, heard fyour ! struggles, and real
%size how hard 4 task it is for one so young in
the profession and without friends in the
great wilderness OF houses calleda city.
:. Also. sparmit me to add, have been in-
I eosmed 4 of'ths cruel blow you received from
the hand Of ono you loved, who was un-
:, worthy, Of you; and yet an not acquainted
with you nor you with mo. Indeed We
have never looked upon one .another's
) face. 49, Nevertheless, I am about
: great favor W;ll you como to South street
+. church Tomorrow Mt eight O'Clock? Come
privately, unattended and never rereat that
which takes place there. Will you give me-,
Q stranger. lawful claim to your name
q and yet not seek to know whom you marry?
If you will do 20, I will make over to you
$50, 600, payable to. your order at the city
bank, as soon as the ceremony is over.
Trusting that the money will be a tempta-
;. .ti0n I shall anxiously await you at the ap-
pointed time:
That was all. There was no signature
nothing to give any clew to the writer's adj
dress OF abode. Indeed, it was SO terse
and unfeminine in its details that he was
tempted to believe some of his male friends
were playing joke on him.
Il will not go-1 will not be fooled!' he
said to himself.
He flung the missive down, then he
picked it up, folded it carefully, and thrust
it into his pocket
He remembered that he had patient to
visit and went out; but everywhere the con-
tents Of TINT strange letter. was ii nging in
his ears. He then went to see his mother.
She was suffering moro than usual, and
number Ct dunning bills had been lett to
his consideration bills which he had not
the remotest idea how he was going to
meet. He threw them down and buried
his face in his hands.
Poverty is curse, mother" he nlOaned.
} L do not know which way to turn"
She tried to cheer him. but in vain.
Everywhere he turned, hopeless chaos
seemed to en-, ,elope him..
'Ah, 1t that letter vas only real." he
thought. Fifty thousand dollars would
make me rich"
And So ho frettcI md worried nntil the
appointed hour came-one moment yowlng
he would not 80 near the place. and the
next tempted to SEQ the 'farce" out.
Eight o'clock found him stealing in. He
saw two ln(lies closely yelled, and gentle
man standing in the upper part of the
building, while the minister sat in chair.
There was but one gas jet lighted. and lie
he entered the gentleman spoke t, one Of
the ladies, and she then advanced to meet
him.
"Are yon Or. Pomeroy;" she asked in i.
low tone.
lam"
She led him to where the gentleman
stood, and he extended his hand.
"How 10 you do, romeroy?" he ssii: and
POmeroy recognized in him the president
OF the city bank Il am here by the re-
quest of this young lady," pointing; to the
one who had not moved or spoken, Ito in
form you that if you agree to her PROPOSE
ton, am authorized to pay to your order
the sum Of fifty thousand dollars"
Pomeroy tried to speak but his voice was
ckoked. 1t was no fraud; it was reality
He stood motonless for a moment; then
advanced and offered his arm to the silent
lady. She took it without qui:er, and
went with him 10 where the minister await
ed them. The ceremony was quckly per.
formed.
DR.. Pomeroy registered his name, and
then looked with considerable curiosity at
the bold plain signature, Ellen I4etour,"
which his bride wrote down. The minister
hastily filled out the certificate, which he
had brought with him by request, and which
the maid and the Banker signed as Witnesses
The bride took it, kissed it and thrust it in
her bosom. One moment moro and the
two glided swiftly from sight.
DR.. Pomaroy wi ed the pcrspiratien from
his brow, and then asked:
"Who was she?"
Il 10 not know" said the minister. Il
was requested By letter, aud paid to per-
form the ceremony and keep it secret.
1t is perfectly lawful"
and l." said the banker, did not see the
sady's face. She deposited the money with
me, and requested my attendance here to
assure you tn at her promise should oe faith
fully fulfilled"
The three men separated; the gas was
turned out; the curtain fell on the FIRST act.
The next day Pomeroy tried to realize
what he had done. He had sold his name
to the unknown womaI, but be thought
that could not injure him.
She must have been in deadly peril to
pay such as e1horbitant price for simple
name.
= He took an Office np town, and moved
his mother to q nicer home. Patients came
pouring in;a different class employed the
rich DR.. Pomeroy than those who had era-
ployed the poor ono' J.
Five years had passed awsy, and no had
gained reput nion and ad2eA consider
ably to his bank account. He had boen an
lndefatigable worker, and now he felt that
ne needed rest for awhile.
I'VE will take trip to Europe, mother,
he said. 1T will do you more good than
you can imagine"
A great many gentle hearts felt % pnng
to see the good doctor leave, although
their endeavors to catch him had been in
vain. He felt no preference for the op-
pOsite sex. He had recovered from his
disappointment, and he ceased to remem-
Der that he was married man, or to think
kindly Of the woman who had SO radically
changed his life.
They travelled leisurely through the tour
tney had marked cut before they started
ana one night found them in French vii
lage. About the middle Of the night the
doctor was awakened by some one tarp;ne
ct bis door and calling for him to come out
ne did SO. He found the landlord who
told him in broken English that one of his
countrymen had just fallen down stairs in a
MT, and seeing his name registered Nj. D.
they called him up,
he went into an elegantly furnished
ROOM where man, some fifty years of age.
was lying in a. dying condition. A young
lady sat by tho bed tanning him. TIE
doctor hastily examined the patient, and
froupd him Tnconcious. 1t was impossible
for him to live, the docto: said; but the
t,ay passed, and still another, before he
arew his last breath. He never recovered
bis consciousness.
Ehe lady told Dr. Pomeroy that he was
1er father: His name was Eugene synde-
ham. native of England, and she won]d
LII IKE to have him bu,ied where he died.
& they were travelling for the benefit of het
nea!3: she went on to explain, and he was
widower. Her only remaining relative
was young sister. who was being educate
IN tne convent of the Sacred Heart of Paris.
Atter MIR. Syndeham was buried. Miss
toe and his mother, to Paris. She insisted
on their taking up their abode where she
nad apartments, and not day passed. but
sae eoe was g., With Mrs.. Pome1oy. The old lady
fully to her son ab0ut the t;no ,vh.. 49,