The Penn's Grove record., 1884-02-09
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Marry ID haste. repent aF l6tSatS'
Then don't marry IN haste, returned
the doctor, beating his beet with Lis
ridmg-whlp as he sat sidewlse upon nls
cob. Take your time over 1t. POI,
nv word. that III would DIVE nae
mad. What made YOU come here 70
ljdge?"
'sThev told me that Mrs. Dredge was
such a clean woman said the youne
vicar, looking back into the garden
rather dolefully, as he stood Just ont
side the gate, talking to the doctor,
who was going his round.
And certnnly the prospect was not
pleasant, for Mrs. Dred2e, a very IL
du~strious widow by the way, was having
what she called, ga good clean; and
as it was a tine day, the whole Of the
parlor furniture had been moved out
INTO the garden, where chairs
were piled up as If engaged IL
acrobatlc tricks, the table straddIlng
over the flower bed, tue carpet lay OF
the tiny grassplot, the shred hearth
rug hung over the fence, and there
came from within a lively sound OF
s~crubbinq and the washing OF water IL
pad.
"Why, what are you doing low this
is going on2'
"Oh, | am obliged to make shit il
the bedroom till this is done, remarked
the vicar, delefully.
''Ah, / shall have to find you a wife
"Better find me q new Sicarage.
"Oh! don't see much chance OF that, %
said the doctor. 1--WE are too poor over
here. Why don't you come and have a
walk? Freshen up"
well, think l will, said the vicar.
swat till | get my hat
He ran in for his soft felt hat, and
! came back to find the doctor dismounted
! and tying his cob's reins il a Knot, sc
that they could not trail.
Tick, jacob" he cried, as the vicar
Joined him, and the cob went steadily
on in front, while its master walked
with the young clergyman behind.
''Ahl" said the doctor. Il must get
ywa VIE. Lit me see
Don't you think NY income ought
to preclude all matrimonial ideas? SAID
John Layton, smiling.
pooh! nonsense! what's enough fol
one Is enough for two. cried the doctor.
Come, sir none Of your celibate ideas.
How am | to live If people don't marry,
and have children to be v~acclnatea and
have measles and scarlRtina, and rashes,
and all that sort OF thing? Look mere,
marry a woman with money. What DO
you say to Miss johnson, at Coley
farm? She has been to church regular
ly ever since you anne. There's a
strapper. Dark hair, dark eyes, good
p~oints-but she's so plump you cant
talk of points. Warranted sound"
care you talking Of alady OF a horse,
doctoI?".
Lady, sir, lady. Then there's Miss
Wardman; slim, genteel, hundred a
year III the three per cent. Her nose
is rather red, certainly, but matrImony
may take that away. What are you
shaking your head about? She isn't
fifty"
won't do. doctor, wont d."
ION, bless Us Il save u.s. said the
plump, hearty little doctor, with mock
surprise. Hes particular and dainty.
is he? Well, what do you say to Dolly
Belts, the shopkeeper's daughter?
Twenty, nice pink and white good teeth,
vaecinated her myself, had measles,
Group, scarlet fever, chicken pox and
thrush. Regularly sailed, you see, and
the old man will leave her d round
sum when he cant stick to it any
longer"
TRY again" said the vicar, laugh
ing, while they trudged sturdily on.
with Jacob stopping every now and
then to browse, and being left a good
hundred yards behind; but the genial
doctor paid no heed, and at the end Of
a few minutes the cot came trottlag
after him, went on in front, and KEPT
there till he saw something else tooth
some.
Try again, ehl Why, you are par.
ticular! What do YOU say TO Lady
Laura PeigIton, at the Towers?"
"No, THANK YOU"
well then, Sir john T~auuton's
daughter Bridget? Ahl there's a girl
for you. See her trot TO hounds Why.
she leads the field. sir, aAd stops al
nothing.
All, now you are talking sense.
doctor, said John Layton, mockiugly:
that's Just the woman to share a poJr
clergyman's house and visit his sick
She'll darn his stockings, and sew bi-
buttons, and help hin spread out bis
little income so that there might be
enough and to spare for charity. a
woman who would help hin with hel
counsel and advise him when trouble
came upon him, and his spirit was low.
a woman who would be a helpmeet fol
him, Would your galioping Bridget
Taunton do that?'
mo, I'll be blessed II she would. my
lad. She drives me mad with hel
horsey slang and groom-ike ways."
"Ihen We'll leave her out of tn,
question: said the vicar, Iiuphinpl,
humoring the doctor in ais prescribing
1T
That's the sort of a woman yor
want then, eh-one OF that button
sewing, st ekmg. iarning sort?'
Eyes"
Full Of sympathy, and all that sor
Of thing?"
"Of course"
Saving and ministering and gentle?'
Eyes"
Sort OF a Mountaineering ange
in p~ettlcoats?'
"Yes!p
"Ah, now l see what YOU want.
said the doctor, with a droll twinkle Il
his eys, "We'n soon put that right
There she isl Hill Fanny"
The vicar started with as~tonishmen
as the doctor threw open the gate q
what seemed to be a pretty cottag
farm, and held it while Jocob cantere,
through and began to enjoy hlmsei
among the grass, But what at one
took the Wears attention was tn.
sight of a tall young lady in a hgh
grass cloth dress and soft gray hai