The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-09-18
speaker. "Although no one who saw
her at the partylast night wouldthink

it,"
"Humphl" remarked the other.
"SheH live and die an old maid, see it
she don'tl Such girls alwaysdo Come;
here are our novels atlast. Let'sgol"
The perfumed silken hounces rustled
out of the library, the sound of chat
tering voices died away, and still Doc
tor Dale sat, with his pencil in his
hand. staring down at his memoran-
dum-book. 1t seemed as ifthegloomy
veil which dropped between him and
his future life were lifted. In his heart
he could have blessed the agile tongues
OF these idle, gossiping girls.
Clissy, then, was no mere butterfly,
but d TRUE, noble-hearted working
girl!
He carried back the ponderous
medical tome TO the assistant librari-
an.
"Much obligedp' he remarked, sue
cinctly.
SCOT through with it pretty quick,
haven't your" said the assistant Ii
brarian.
eyes; I've had very good luck this
morning" said Doctor Dale cheerfully.
He went straightway to the cottage
on the outskirts of the village, where
Clarissa Clarke lived. An apple-cheek-
ed little brother came to the door to
answer the knock.
Eyes, Clissy's at home" said he.
"But she's fixingthe chicken forpapa's
dinner. And then she's got my
trowsers to mend. Clissy cart come
up stairs
But Doctor Dale laughingly pushed
his way across the threshold.
9Th come in and wait" said he.
And in five minutes Clissy herself
came in, looking even prettier, if it were
a possible thing, in her calico morning
dress than she had done in the white
satin and pearls on the evening be-
fore.
How he managed to speak out the
dearest wish of his heart, Doctor Dale
never quite knew. He had prepared q
form of words on the way, but it
vanished utterly out of his mind when
the eventful moment came. He could
only remember that she stood there
before him in all her fresh young
beauty, like a human apple-blossom,
and that he loved her.
But after he had her handin his, one
arm e~aressingly thrown around her
waist, he told her of the mornings oc-
curence.
"Until then, dearest" he said ri
looked upon you as a sort of unat-
tainable luxury-a star to be wor-
SHIPPED affair off only. / knew that /
was nothing more than a village doc
tor, with more ambition than practice
for the present at least. But now I
feel that | may venture to hope. Will
you run the risk of sharing my scanty
fortunes, Clissy?"
Willingly, Junius!" she answered,
looking up into hisface with her frank,
blue eyes. eAndt TO tell yout the truth"
she added, smiling q little shyly, ''Im
almost glad that you are not a rich
a Because, dear, / shall be SO
glad, so proud, to help you a little in
my humble way"
So they were married. A few weeks
subsequent to their bridal, Franklin
Bartlev married a rich Southern heir
ess.
III > ike DdTlIcy, Sdlu LIZ Ddic.
HE always looked out for the main
chance"
At the end of FIVE years, however,
Franklin BARLEY came back to his ma
tive village, a moody and disappoin-
ted man. His money had all been dis
sipated in unwise speculations, his
wife had returned to her friends minus
her fortune.
ga young man married is a young
man married. :" he quoted, gloomily.
Except, perhaps, in Dale's case. He
seems to have grown rich by degrees.
And he is happy, too, even in the OBJ
security of a country physicians life"
Thanks to my helpful little wife,"
said Dale, with a glance OF pride and
tenderness toward Clissy, who sat on
the doorstep with two chubby child
rem playing around her knee. eve
have worked together, Clissy and 1,
and our reward has not been with
held from u.s."