Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1883-02-22

the loud, jovial tones of "young Jones,
who rather unceremoniously entered
my den.
Tom Jones was the son OF a rich
brewer. and knowing very well that he
would come in for heaps of money, had
considered it would really be waste OF
time TO settle to any profession. He
was, however, a good natured, generous
youth, delighted 10 do kindness, and
with no greater vice than love OF do
ing nothing useful.
"Hello, Mortified !" he exclaimed,
chow are you? Worked to death, ]
expect, since you act up on your
own hook I've only come TO town this
very day, but made point OF hunt
ing you up, as promised. | came at
lunch time fer fear otherwise of finding
you closeted with some rich hypochon-
driac."
81 am not very busy just now" an
swered, "but am delighted to see you
at anytime"
"Well, hO@ many fees have you
taken?" asked the irrepressible Jones.
"Of course London is already ringing
with your praises" ] wished he would
talk on some other subject, but truth
compelled me to answer, carelessly:
mo, no, not yet; these are early
days. The truth is l have very few
patients. To be quite open with you,
my dear fellow, you are my first"
Jones jumped up, pulled face, and
then gave his chest a mighty slap, IN.
intimating he was perfectly sound in
that direction.
"My dear doctor, wish | could think
there was anything the matter with me,
but upon my word, / never felt better
in my lite. haven't pain or any
ache about me. However, if the case
is as you saw, you won't quite despise
my news fear it is not worth more
than guinea fee, but it may lead to
more. My rich old uncle, Jonathan
Dillon, IL coming to consult you this
very afternoon, because | told him you
were the very man he wanted, but |
Just looked IN to tel you that he ID
very crotchety, and you must just
manage him properly. Asto his all.
ments, ] don't believe they are OF
much consequence, because he has
been Just the same ever since / was IN
arms. Never looks day older"
"I'll do my best professionally" |
said, secretly not much believing this
rich man would turn up. Gas to man
aging him, ] am afraid that is not 10
my line"
"Well, that's q pity, because if he
were to take fancy to you, you would
want no other recommendation. He'll
recommend you right and left, and the
whole Dillon class are disgustingly
rich. And all inherit asthma or bron-
chitis. Feet"
| began to express my thanks, for,
in spite of his of hand manner, | felt
sure Jones had taken some trouble
about me. but he only laughed at my
gratitude.
Don't mention it. Besides old Dill
ion may take take dislike to you.
However he mustn't find me here,
perhaps he wouldn't believe. had
come TO consult you, though | did tel
him yo6 were the cleverest fellow II
London, and so you are, in my opinion
| wouldn't mind telling the queen as
mach if | had the chance" And then
he was gone. But no, once more he
turned back.
81 say, Merrifeld, old Dillon's daugh-
ter is sure to come with him; he never
goes out without her; u perfect slave he
makes of that girl"
1t was toward O'Clock on a winters
afternoon that carriage and pan
dashed up to my door; then grand
footman Jumped down from the boz
and gave the correct announcement o
my first patient; l had just time
TO escape into my uen when the from
door was opened. heard voices, theI
loud cough then doors being closeC
Yes-my first patient had come. II
another moment his card was HANDED
to me, and on it was written
mir. Jonathan Dillon"
CHAPTER II.
| entered the room in my most pro
| fessional manner, and looking straigh
| before me, saw what was unmistakabl,
"old Dillon" but so much wrapped Il,
that very little more than quarter O
| his face was visible. | can honestl,
cay never noticed Miss Dillon till he
father himself, waved a small, fat hanC
in her direction, saving:
"My daughter, DR.. Merritield sht
always comes with me wherever | 60
for am 80 inirm / don't think it SAT,
to be left alone--but she enjoys ex
cellent health" This last remark wa
said in q most deplorable tone, and n
| turned / almost started with surprise
for old billions daughter was small
delicately made girl, who could not b.
much more than seventeen years old
Her forehead was enoircled by thu
most golden hair ! had ever seen ant
her face, though not what could b.
called extremely beautiful, was yet on
of the sweetest | had ever gazed at
The expression WAS so simple, tn,
large blue eyes were so limo cent ant
shy, that for moment | was so com
pletely lost IN wondering how such
man ~ the one before mo had an.
right to possess such Il daughter. Mis-
Dillon was evidently very retiring, ant
at this moment also feeling de trop.
/ dare say, DR.. Merfeld," she said
hurridly, blushiRg up to the roots 0
| her hair. "that there ia a room | nigh