Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1886-01-21

amt all. Do you know, she gives Bes
sic Layton music lessons, and earns
quite nice little income for herself
And she writes book reviews and
things for the newspapers, and keeps
Mr.. Clarke 10 books that way"
"Dear me |" said the other, with a
yawn, "who at the party last night
would think 1t ?"
"Humph 10 remarked tie other,
"She'll live and die an old maid, see II
she don't. Such girls always do. Come,
here are our novels al last. Let's 60. "
The perfumed silken hounces rustled
out of the library; the sound of chatter.
ing voices died away, and still DR.. Dale
sat, with his pencil in his haud, staring
down at his memorandum book. ii
seemed that the gloomy 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 a true, noble-hearted working
girl
He carried back the ponderous medi-
Cal tome to the assistant librarian.
"Much Obliged" he remarked, sue.
cinctly.
"Got through with it pretty quick,
haven't you 2" said the assistant IL
brarian.
"Yes, I've had very good luck this
morning." said the doctor, cheerfully.
He went straightway to the cottage
on the outskirts on the village, where
Clarissa CLARKE lived. An apple-cheek-
ed little brother came to the door to
answer the knock.
"Yes, Clissy's at home," said he.
''Rut she's fixing chicken for papa q
dinner. And then she's got my trous-
ers to mend. Clissy can't come up
stairs"
But DR.. Dale laughingly pushed his
way across the threshold.
"I'll come in and wait," said he.
And in five minutes Clissy came IL,
looking even prettier, If it were pos
sible thing, ia her calico morning dress
than she had done In the white satin
and pearls on the evening before
How he managed TO speak out the
dearest wish of his heart, DR.. Dale
never quite knew. He had prepared a
form OF words on the way. but they
vanished utterly out Of his mind when
the eYentful moment came. He could
only remember that she stood before
him in all her fresh, young beauty, like
human apple. blossom, and that he
loved her.
But after he had her hand in his, one
arm carelessly thrown around her
waist, he told her of the morning oc.
currence.
."Until then. dearest" he said, 81
looked upon you as a sort of unattain.
able luxury-a star to be. worshiped
afar off only. knew that was moth
Ing more than village doctor, with
more ambition than practice-for the
present, at least. But now 1 feel that
/ may venture to hope. Will you run
the risk of sharing my scanty fortunes,
Clissv ?''
"Willingly, Junius," she answer ed,
looking up into his face with her frank
blue eyes. "And to tell you the truth, %
she added, smiling little shyly, "I'm
almost glad that you are not rich
man. Because, dear, / shall be so glad,
so proud to help you little in my hum
BILE way"
So they were married. A few weeks
subsequent to their bridal, Franklin
BARLEY married an heiress.
"It's like Bartley," said Doctor Dale.
"He always looks out for the main
chance"
At the end of FIVE years, ho gever,
Franklin BARLEY came back to his ma
tive village, a moody, and disappointed
man. His money had all been dissi.
pated in unwise speculations, his wife
had returned TO her friends, minus her
fortune.
GA young man married is q young
man marred, }" he quoted, gloomily.
Except, perhaps, in Dale's case. He
seems TO haye grown rich by degrees.
And he is happy, too. even in the oh
scurity 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 children
playing about her knee. I'VE have
worked together, Clissy and I, and our
reward has not been withheld from
u.s."
A white man from away down South