The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-09-18
A WORKING-MAN'S WIFE.
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at Doctor Junius Dale; shook his head
asst to say, ""Tis true, tits pity; pity
H tits, tits true"
my dear fellow" said BARLEY, the
sage mentor of the pair, "you can no
more afford such a wife than you can
afford a steam yacht or an ivory
mounted billiard table,"
"There'sno occasiont to tell me that"
mournfully replied Doctor Dale. Tn
quite aware of it already. If Twas
rich I'd marry Miss Clarke tomorrow
always providingthat she thought me
worthy 0 facceptance; but as am only
a struggling young doctor, I'll do my
best to keep away romherfascinations
in the future"
ga sensible decision" observed Bar
tley.
"But she is so pretty!" yearningly
remarked Doctor Dale.
=. Granted"
a.4 "And she sings like a nightingale"
"She ought to, with all the cultiva-
ton that her voice has received"
"And she has such a winning way
with her."
What difference does that make to
your" said BARLEY. Haven't you're
solved that hereafter she is to be
nothing to your"
"Y-yes; but"
"Stick to your colors then, mani"
cried BARLEY. ''Clissy Clarke is moth
ing on earth but a society belle. What
you want is a helpful, willing, work
ing-bee of a wife-one who can aid you
with heart and hand to climb life's
hill. You saw Miss Oarkeat the Win
field masquerade last night, in white
satin and pearls?"
"And very beautiful she looked2"
cried the young physician, firing sud
denly up at the recollection of Miss
Clarke's auburn hair, all twisted with
ropes of seed-pearl, and violet-blue
eyes, sparkling with girlish animation.
did she look like q poor mans
wife?"
tNot a bit of it."
'eThen be warned" said BARLEY,
shortly. Remember the old story of
the myth scorching it's wings in the
Cd1uI6-HdIne.
Doctor Dale was silent. He had
promised himself the pleasure of acall
on Carissa Clarke, that very after
noon.
There was something in the girlthat
attracted him with almost magnetic
force. The tender light OF her eyes,
the sweet information of her voice, the
rosy fiushes of color that overspread
her cheek when he talked to her, We're
all separate attractions; and yet he
knew that he, like the hero of French
romance, was "APoor Young Mani"
He recollected, now, that he had
even said something to Clissy about
going to the Clarke cottage that day.
at won't dol" he said 70 himself.
81 had better keep away
And so instead OF following the dear-
est inclination of his heart, he betook
himself, with Spartan resolve, to the
public library.
oil read up that case on the inves-
tigation of cholera microbes, he
thenght. eff a man expects to make
any mark in his profession, he must
keep posted up il these modern discov-
cries of science"
So he disappeared into one of theal-
coves of the library, with his medical
quarto and his memorandum-book,
and set to work in good earnest.
But he had not fairly entered into
the merits of the microbe question,
when the twitter OF sweet girl-voices
from the adjoining alcove struck upon
his ear.
ooh, Clissy Clarke said one. II
called for her, and she wouldn't come.
1t was b~aking-day, and there was CHS
sly up to her elbowsintiour and Spices
aWell, / ~neverl' said the other, with
agiggle.
said the first speaker, scornfully.
Like any hired servant. Even the
fine washington they only keep one
little bound-girl-and Mr.. Clarke won't
wear a shirt unless Clissy has ironed
it,
"How does she find timefor her mu-
sic and oil-painting?" asked the second.
.sOh, she rises at dawn. She says
the best time Of the working-day is be-
fore breakfast. She finishes her house
work, sews for the family"
"Makes all her own dresses, don't
she?n
YES, and her mothers, tool That
satin dress she wore at the party last
night was her grand-mother's bridal
gown made over, and the pearls were
borrowed from Miss Layton. 1t don't
cost her anything to dress. She'll
take the horridest old affair, and re-
model it with a scrap Of ribbon or q
panel OF velvet until you'd think it
was made by a French dressmaker.
declare, 1 wish / had her knack,
Papa is always grumbling about my
bills. But that amt all, Do you
know she gives Bessie Layton music
lessons, and earns quite anice Ittlein