The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-12-12
A WoRKIN WIFE.

"Dont fall in love with her, Juuius."
 "Your caution comes too late, old man. I'm in love with her already"
 Franklin B ItleS looked solemnly at Dt. Junius Dale; shook his head as it to say Iris true, 'tis pity pity 'tis, 'tis nue.o
 My dear fellow" said Bartley the aged mentor of the pair, you canno, more af- ford such w1e than you can afford a steam yacht or an ivory.mounted billiard table ["
 There's no occasion to tell me that" mournfully replied pr. Dale. "rm quite aware of 1t already. If 1 was rich I'd marry Miss Clarke to-morrow-always providing that she thought me worthy oi acceptance but as am only struggling young doctor, I'll do my best to keep away from her Vaccinations in the fu- ture."
 "A sensible decision" observed Bart Icy.
 "Ba. she is so pretty" yearningly re- marked Dr Dale.
 "Graated"
 "And she sings like a nightingale. "She ought to, with all the cultiv alton that her voice has received"
 And she has such a winning way with her"
 What difference does that make to youI' said BArtley. " Haven't you re- solved that hereafter she is to be nothing 10 you ?" "Y.yes; but"
 "Suck to your colors then, man." cried Hartley "ChSSy Clarke is nothing on earth but society .lle. What you want is helpful, wiling, working bee oi a wife-one who can aid you with heart and hand to climb lies hull. You saw Mss Clarke at the Winfield masquerad last night, in white satin abd pearls I' And very beautiful she looked" cried the young physician, fung suddenly up at the recollection of Miss Clarke's au burn hair, all twisted with ropes of seed. pearl, and violet blue eyes, sparkling with girlish animation.
 "D.d she look like poor mans wife1 P Not . bit of it,"
 "Tnen be warned" said Bartley, shortly. Remember the old story oi tAe moth scorching it's wings m the can- de aame."
 Dr. Dale was silent. He had promised himself the pleasure of call on Clarissa llarke that very afternoon.
 There was something about the girl that attracted him with almost magu etic iorce. The tender light of her eyes, the :seet intonaton of her voice, the rosy aushes of color tha; overspresd her cheek sAen he talked to her, were all separate attractions and yet he knew that he, like sae hero of French romance, was "a poor young man."
 He recollected, now. that he had even aid something to Clissy about going to hs Clarke cottage that day.
 "t won't ao," he said to himself. "I Aad better keep away"
 And so, instead of following the dear At inclination of his heart, he bcsook amself with Spartan resolve, to the pub ac library.
 "lu read up that case on the investi. sation of cholera microbes" he thought. tt m.n expects to make any mark in Ls profession, he must keep posted up in aese modern discoveries of science"
 So he disappeared into one of the al- Owes of the library, with his medical asarto and his memorandum book, and to work in good earnest
 But he had not fAirly entered into the aents Of the microoe quesnon when the siiter of s~eet girl voices from the ad- sning alcove struck upon his ear.
 ~On, Chssy Ciarker said enc. aAed for her, aud she wouldn't come. It
 a baking day, and there was Chssy up
 her elbows in -four and spices"
 Well, never P said the other, with
 sgle.
 Oh, she does all the housewosk," i" sd the first speaker, scornfully, like P hired servant. Even the 6ae wash.
 e--eor they osly keep one htsle bound
 t- and Mir. Clarke won't wear . shirt ,loss Clissy has irone6 it.s
 How does she 6nd time for her music
 ca painting ss' ashed the second.