Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1886-01-15


so"n made over and the pearls were
borrowed from Miss Layton. 1t don't
cost her anything to dress. She'll
'aNe the horridest old affair and re-
'noueI II with a scrap Of ribbon or a
panel of velvet until you'd think it
was made by French dress-maker. |
declare, | wish ! had her knack.
fapa IS always grumbling about my
Oils But that amt all. DO you
Know, she gives Bessie Layton music
Lessons, and earns quite nice little
income for herself? And she writes
book reviews and things for the news
papers, and keeps Mr.. Clarke in books
that way"
Dear me-" said the other, with a
yawn, "who at the party last night
would think it?"
"Humphm remarked the other.
"She'll live and die an old maid, see if
she don't. Such girls always do.
Come, here are our novels at last.
Let's 60"
The perfumed silken nounces rus
tied out of the library; the sound of
chattering voices died away. and still
DR.. Dale sat, with his pencil in his
hand, staring down at his memorand-
um book. 1t seemed that the gloomy
veil which dropped between him and
his future life were liftel In his
heart he could have blessed the agile
TOM of these idle, gossiping girls.
Clissy, then, was no mere butterfly,
but true, noble-hearted working
girl
He carried back the ponderous med
ical tome to the assistant librarian.
Much obliged" ne remarked, sue
cinctly.
"GOt through with it pretty quick,
haven't you?" said the assistant libra
rian.
"Yes, I've had very good luck this
said the doctor 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 t.
answer the knock.
Eyes Clissy's at home" said he
"Bpt she's fixing chicken for papa
dinner And then she's got m
80 70 naand Clissy can't com
up stairs"
But DR.. Dale laughingly pushed hi
way across the threshold.
"l'll come in and watt" said he.
And in five minutes Clissy came il
looking even prettier, if il were pos
sible thing, in her calico mornin,
dress than she had done in the whit
satin and pearls on the evening before
How he managed to speak out tn
dearest wish of his heart, DR.. Dal
never quite knew. He had prepared
a form of words on the way. but the
vanished utterly out of his mind whel
the eventful moment came. He coul
only remember that she stood befor
him in all her fresh, young beauty
like human apple-blossom, and tha
ne loved her.
But after he had her hand in his
one arm caressingly thrown arount
her waist, he told her of the mornin.
occurrence.
Until then, dearest" he said, u"
looked upon you as a sort of unattain
able luxury-a star to be worshipe,
afar off only. l knew that l wa
nothing more than a village doctor
with more ambition than practice
for the present, at least. But now
feel that | may venture to hope. vii
you run the risk of sharing my scant,
fortunes, CIissy?"
Willingly, Junius," she answered
looking up into his face with her franz
blue eyes. "And to tell you the
truth" she added, smiling little shy.
ly, I'm almost glad that you are not
a rich man. 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
BARLEY married an heiress
Its like Bartley," said Doctor Dale
"He always looks out for the main
chance"
AT the end of five years, however
rankin BARLEY came back to his ma
1--WE village, a moody, and diqappoint-
ed man. His money had all been dis
'lpated in unwise speculations, his
VIE had returned to her friends.
minus her fortune.
IA young man married is a young
man marred,'" he quoted. gloomily.
Except, perhaps, in Dale's case He
seems to have grown rich by degrees.
ana ne IS happy, too, even in the OBJ
'curlty OF country physicians life"
Thanks to my helpful little wife
'aid Dale, with glance of pride and
toward Clissy, who sat on
ne doorstep with two chubby children
playing about her knee. I'VE have
worked together, Clis<y and l, and our
eWard has not been withheld from
Is"