Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-06-06

claim: Cali right, aunty," and the
next moment there ambled in middle
aged woman, who seated herself, pain
fully and with heavy breathing, oppo-
SITE She wore thick veil, but my
eyes were sharpened by much observa-
ton, and, for the second time that day.
I exclaimed to myself:
Heavens what a resemblance p
and fell back on the old work of CON-
pairing eyes, chin and nose with those of
my spirituelle blonde of the morning.
Yes; the family resemblance was
there-there was no Disgusting that. If
the woman's-rights woman had been
the spinster aunt, this woman was the
dowager mother. Mixing with it all
there was confusion, a mystery, con
tradiction and defiance, which tried in
vain to understand or remove. Why, of
all the faces had seen that day, these
three should fit before me, weaving
themselves together, growing out of one
another like monstrous heads, alternat
ing each with incessant repetition, and
mingling their Identities like objects re-
fected infinitely in opposite mirrors.
was the mostinexplicable question Of all.
dreamed about those faces all that
night. They grew out of my bed-posts :;
they hid themselves in the folds of my
mosquito net; they sprouted from my
neck and flashed before me like tabled
monster, and when woke in the morn
ing twas as though they haddivided my
appetite between them, for I certainly
had none for breakfast.
So wearisome had grown this constant
brooding that, in despair, I went to my
doctor, and, conquering my fear of being
laughed at, stated the case.
Ny doctor is an eccentric. He is not
an old fogy. He is young progressive,
with respect for past good, but with
greater respect for future better. He
believes in phrenology, and he reads the
newspapers, consequently be knows a
thing or two which more celebrated
physicians might search in their books
for in vain.
He did not laugh at me. He did not
feel my pulse. He did not ask me to
go through the farce of putting out my
tongue. But he felt of my individuali-
ty, and then he asked ne the very sim
gular question:
"Do you know what a 'spotter is?"
I pondered for a few moments, and
then pensively shook my head. I was
not excessively green in city life, but I
did not know what "spotter" was, and
so I said
81 thought, perhaps, 7 was a little
out Of my head" 1 added. "Some-
times I fancy my fever Jared me there
terribly. And have been SO haunted
by these three faces. You don't know"
1t this point, for the first time, the
doctor interrupted me with hearty
laugh.
81 do know all, my dear fellow" he
said, slapping me on the shoulder.
" Nothing's the matter there" touching
my head. "Your being haunted, as
you call it, with those three faces, on the
contrary, is one of the best proofs that
you are all right. Take your customary
ride to-day. Ten chances to one but
you will encounter the same three faces.
When you do, get as close to them as
possible, and, if your eyes are not strong
enough, borrow a pair of eyeglasses.
Report the result of your observations
to me, and if, by that time, you don't
know what a 'spotter' is, I will tell
you"
I rose to go, with returned cheerful
ness.
"One word MORE" he said, holding
out his hand as 1 stood on the thresh-
old. "You are not in love with your
y1olet-eyed blonde ?"
"Ah! She is very beautiful" I an
swered, turning away; "and Think
don't know-but think am in love,
and, disappearing amid the doctors
merry peal of laughter, went on my
mysterious quest.
1t was several days ere I called on the
doctor again. When I did SO it was
with a clear head, but heart not alto
gether light. I had pursued my investi-
cations closely in the interim, and was
now going to him with the result.
"And what have you to report ?" he
asked.
"The girl" I replied, "has genuine,
unassisted beauty, and I pity her from
the bottom of my heart that she is
obliged to earn her living in such way.
Her spinster aunt is admirably got up,
but noticed that the way she counts
is by turning down a leaf of the book
she carries for every fresh passenger that
gets in. The old lady is the greatest
success of all. She takes her notes by
pretending to figure hergrocer's account