The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1884-02-01

battle physical suffering and deliver the
oppressed. just imagine him ac-
coutred all in glittering armor, Jack,
with helmet and plume atop those raven
locks"
So Luly babbled on with her pref
ty fancies, and laughed her gay,
soft laugh; and Jack laughed. too, and
seemed amused beyond measure.
The days that followed were of the
rarest. Never serener skies. Never q
more genial sunshine. The orchards oil
Applicable flushed rosy pink. paled to
white, and flecked the green turf with a
mimic snowfall. Luly went on long
drives ''over the hills and far away,''
re iOiced in her escape from the fell DOW
ers of disease, and swallowed her drops
religiously.
The interval expired, she dutifully
set her face cityward. Jack happened
again to bear her company, and as be.
fore, arrived, they took their separate
ways.
In process of time it came about that
the grinning young Ethiop once more
had drawn the hanging, and Luly once
more had been ushered into the august
presence of the courtly Sir Esculapius.
Beside his fair patients chair he stood
at last, holding her hand in his-hold-
ing it, too, a little closer and little
longer than professional neees.
it vaguely occurred to Luly, as she sat
regarding, with profound intentness,
the neatly turned toe of her dainty boot.
Then, as she lifted her eyes, 10! a
marvel. In place of the ebon ringlets a
close.cropped thatch of yellow hair.
Supplanting the olive-tinted complex
ion, a countenance of ruddy hue. Was
the man a wizard?
Upon her pit;able bewildermentt there
broke straightway a familiar laugh, and
a voice every intonation of which she
knew
ALLOW me to introduce myself" it
said-''John Roslyn, junior partner of
the firm of Prescott 4 Roslyn, cotton
manufacturers at Applicable; among my
friends Familiarity and affectionately
known as Jack At your service,
madame"
But Jack saw the hurt look creeping
into Luly's face the look that he would
never let stay there for long without an
attempt to Danish it.
He gathered the little figure into his
arms, and bent his head low over the
Observation-Disclosures bonnet.
MY precious wife, forgive me, he
pleaded, gently; '.it was an abominable
trick"
sThis-this place-what is it?" ques-
toned Luly, at length.
''An artists studio, dear, and it be-
longs to one of my boyhoods friends,
Pierre Guillard. From some great
grandfather or other, he inherited
French name and dash of French
blood, and he's proud of both and pa.
radcs them accordingly. The portrait
ure of children is his specially, and he
makes designs for the children's maya
zines and holiday books, and for Christ
mas and birth day cards. His imple-
ments of labor are huddled together be.
hind that screen"
"And the drops?" pursued Luly,
family.
"Wa.er, pure and simple, from the
old oaken bucket. the IRON bound buck.
ct, the moss-covered bucket that would
hang in our well at home were it not
that we live in an era of improvements
and have patent pump. Jack an.
swered, promptly.
"Now," he began anew, magnani.
mously forbearing SO much as glance
triumphant, IN Just scrub this black.
ing off my mustache and eyebrows and
eyelashes, leave my compliments fol
Pierre, and then run across to the cos.
tuners, divest myself of the accessories
of my role, and rehabilitate the real ego.
'.Oh, look here!" detaching from
that precarious somewhere or anywhere
to which the feminine purse gets con-
signed little elegancy of tasseled
plush, and slipping within a small roll
of crisp papers with green reverse,
''that merveilleuX gown, Luly. l can
afford to do something rather handsome.
you see; I've no doctors bills to pay
1t was an ignoble sort of amends, of
course; yet evidently as alternating to
wounded pride as the psychological
method had proved itself to be in all
ings physical, since the bright-faced
little lady VINO tripped down the avenue
half-hour later at Jack Roslyn's side
showed no more trace of the one than
of the other.-MiSs 4. E.. Coates. IN
N. Y. Examiner.