Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1886-02-13
The Worklngman's Wife:
"Don't fall in love with her, Ju

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Franklin BARLEY looked solemn
ly at DR.. Jnnius Dale; shook hi
head us if to say, '''ris true, 'ti
pity; pity tits true.'
'My dear fellow said BARLEY
the aged mentor of the pair, 'yol
cannot more afford such wife thar
you can afford a steam Yacht or al
ivory-mounted billiard table,
There's no occasion to tell M
that mourntnlly replied Dir. Dale
.l'm quite aware of it already. l
| wasrich I'd marry Miss Clarke to
morrow-always providing tlatsh'
thought me worthy Of acceptance
but as | am only a struggling young
doctor, I'll do my best to keel
away FROM her destinations i'll thu
future
"A sensible decision,' observed
Barley.
But she is SO pretty yearningl,
remarked DR.. Dale.
Granted"
sAnd she sings like a nightin
gale
'Shc ought to, with III the cult
vationS that hcrv0icc has received.
and she has such winning
way with her.
What difference does that make
to yuul' said BARLEY. Haven't
you resolved that hereafter she is
to he nothing to your
y yes; butt
Stick to yonr colors then, man,
cried Bar.loy! 'Clissy Clarke is
nothing on earth buta society belle.
What you want is helpful, willing,
working bee of a wife-one who
can aid you with heart and hand
to climb life's hill. You saw Miss
GllplA 81 tt,hHsNiuf@ld maseu'"r'a'a
pearls?'
sAnd very beautiful she looked,
cried the young physician, firing
suddenly up at the recollection OF
Miss Clarke's auburn hair. all
twisted with ropes of seed pearls,
and violent blue eyes, sparkling
with girlish animation.
Sid she look like Il poor mans
wife,
Not a bit of it,
Then be walned,' said BARLEY,
shortly. Remember the old story
of the moth scorchiug its wings i'll
the candle hame.'
DR.. Dale was silent. He had
promised himself the pleasure OF a
cali ON ClarissA Clarke that very
afternoon.
There was something abont the
girl that attracted him with al
most magnetic force. The tender
light of her eyes, the sweet intona
ton of her voice, the rosy fiuShe'
OF color that overspread her cheek
when he talked to her,were all sep
arate attractions; and yet he knew
that he, like the hero Of French 10
nance, was "a poor young man.
He recolleoted, now, that he had
even said something to Clissy about
going, TO the Clarke cottage Thai
day. at won't do be said to him
self. ! had better keep away
And so. instead of following the
dearest inclination Of his heart ht
betook himself with Spartan re
solve to the public library.
I'll read up the case on the in
vcstigation of cholera microbes HI
thought. IF a man expects tt
make any mark in his profession
he must keep posted up in thes
modern discoveries of science.
So he disappeared into one ofth
alcoves Of the library, with his med
icine ouarto and his memorandum
book, and set to Work in goo'
earnest.
; But he had not fairly entered III
to the merits Of the microbe queS
ton when the lwitter Of sweet gil
voices from the adjoining aicov
struck upon his ear.
ooh. Clissy Clarkep said one.
called for her, and she wouldn'
come. 1t was baking day, an
there was Clissv up TO her elbow
2 in flour and Spices
well, / never!' said the othel
with giggle. oh, she does all Ill
homework, said the first speaker
/. scornfully, like any hired servan
Even the fine washington the
only keep one little bound girl
and MIR. Clarke won't wear a shll
unless ClisSy has ir0ned it.
sHow does she find time for be
music and oil paintingl'-asked tt
second.
oh, she rises at dawn. She sa,
the best time of the working day
before breakfast. She finishes Il
homework, sews for the family
J, sMakes all her own dresses, don
ste7'
- Yes. and her mothers, too. Th
i satin dress she wore at the par
last night was her grandmotheI
bridal gown made over, and |!
pearls were borrowed from Mi
Layton. 1t don't cost her al
thing to dress. She'll take t