The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-11-26
THE DOCTORS WOOING.
He Married a Woman Who
Never Said She Loved Him.


Kittie Markham was the merriest
prettiest, most provoking daughter o.
Eve that ever existed-at least
thought so-though, perhaps, l was
not an impartial Judge, for | mus
confess was deeply in love with her,
and, in fact, | doubt if could remem
Der time when | was not in love will
her. 1t certainly was not when {
youngster of twelve l took her under
my especial charge at school, feeling
prOuder Of her than | would now of {
mine of gold; nor when q tall, awk
ward hoy of sixteen, / first ventureC
to ask for her company home from
sing.ng-school; or still later, when
after four years absence from my ma
tive town. returned and put out my
sign-Willard H. Campbell, M. Dir
the little office where DR.. Banks name
had hung from tine immemoral.
CulvGrton was remarkably healthy
place, or else the good people were
fearful of trusting their lives in the
hands of such young scapegrace as
they had known me to be in mt
younger days-at least, | knew my
horse and buggy were more frequent
" employed in carrying Kittie Mark
ham to ride than they were in profes
sionaI business, and it is certain more
OF my time was spent in Deacon
Markham's pleasant parlor than il
either the study or practice of medi
cine. Some of the neighbors slyly re.
marked that | must have a very sicE
patient there to require such frequent
visits. One thing is certain if | had
no pa@ent there, all the patience
ever had was required there at times
for Of all the tantalizing little witches
that ever fascinated and provoked {
poor fellow out of his senses, Kittit
Markham was the worst.
There is an old adage aboutthe wild
ness of minister's sons and deacon's
daughters, and l was about to say be,
lieved it was true, but | neither knew
nor care about minister's sons, this one
deacon's daughter was enough for me
for wilder, saucer romp never pro-
voked the scandal of good old New
England matrons. And here was /
Willard II. Campbell. M. D.-standine
six feet two in my stocking feet, big
enough to have known better, that is
sure-led about by that little elf, COM
ing and going at her every beck and
call, like the great simpleton that was,
for here | had been playing ''yours de-
Votedly' for six months, and, so far as
could see, was no nearer winning hel
than at first. Open hearted and candid
rs she was in all other Subjects let me
but speak of love or marriage, and
might rs well talk to stone wall or a
hitching post for all the sense would
get from her. No matter how cautiously
might approach the subject she was
always ready with some of1-hand an
swer, Us far from what | desired as the
tropics from the poles; until | was al
most in despair, but man-fashion, more
eager after every failure.
''All is fair in love and war''--ai
least 1 thought so, and resolved to try
the result of strategy on my willful
little lady love. One fine morning as
we were about starting on horseback
ride, and | was assisting Miss Kittie
into the saddle, her horse become very
restive-of course the Jagged bits Of
iron | had cautiously inserted beneath
the saddle had nothing to do with it
BY the time she was fairly seated he
was rearing and prancing at an alarm
ing rate; finally throwing her from his
back; of course | caught her before she
touched the ground. No sooner wa,
she in safety than with a deep groan
staggered back against the fence, my
right arm hanging helplessly by my
side
Kitty sprang forward, her usually
merry face white with fright.
go, Will" she said, anXiously, 'tha
terrible horse has broken your arm
what will you do? I'm so sorry"
How like q rascal felt at sight O.
her distress; but was not going to Civ,
it up then, so | answered with another
terrible groan-''It is nothing, dcal
Kittie, would suffer a thousand times
more to feel | had saved your preciou.
life"
Poor poor viii! what can l do fol-
your" she said, in such touching nc
cents that | half repented.
The end justiies the MEANS
thought. The end accomplished Ger
tainly did. My answer was in voice
% low and faint, as if were dying.
''Only tell me that you love me
Kittie darling; it would soothe m,
pain more than any thing else in thu
world" And then like a great simple
ton put that broken right arm around
her and never discovered my mistake
until she sprang suddenly away from
me-
"Wouldn't little NORWOOD ant
rum do as wei, DR.. Campbell?" sh
said, archly, IL think the injury mus
have been strain on your con
science"
"Wouldn't l have sold myself fol
sixpence and thrown in my best suit
But there was no help for it. had t.
own up to it all, and went home wish
ing | had broken my arm or my neck
! didn't care much which.
After that for awhile was rather
shy on the love subject, for l didn'
care to hear Kittie's comments on m,
IaSC attempt 10 force confession
but, tout of the abundance of the hear
the mouth speaketh," and my hear
was so full of love for Kittie / coult
not compel my tongue to keep silence
for any length of time So one morn
ing after lounging in my office until
was tired of every thing-myself il
PARTICULAR started for the deacons
resolved that the matter should be de
cided before | returned.
Kittie was sitting by the p2rlor win
dow. sewing, and humming some mer
ry tune to herself, as | entered. Sh,
was looking prettier than ever and
found it terrible hard work to talk OIL
common place topics when my mine
was so full Of the one so all mportan
to me. Atleast | broke in upon som,
OF her careless nonsense with:
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