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

"Don't fall In love with her, Jun.
| ius."
"Your caution comes too late, ole
man. I'm In love with her already"
franklin BARLEY looked solemnly at
DR.. Jnnius Dale /; shook. his head as II
| to say, "'Tis true, 'tis pity pity 'tis,
tits true"
"My dear fellow" said BARLEY, the
aged mentor of the pair, ''you cannot
more afford such wife than you can.
afford O steam yacht or an ivory
mounted billiard table,"
There's no occa sion to tell me
that" mournfully replied DR.. Dale
"I'm quite aware OF ir already. If ]
was rich I'D marry Miss Clarke to -mor
| row - always providing that she
thought me worthy of acceptance /; but
as am only struggling young doctor,
I'll do my best to keep away from her
fascinations IN the future"
"a sensible decision" observed
Bartley.
.sBut she Is so pretty" yearninyly
remarked DIR. Dale.
"Granted.
"And she sings like nightingale"
"She ought to. with all the cultiva.
tion that her voice has received"
"And she has such q winning way
with her,"
"What difference does that make to
you ?" said BARLEY. "Haven't you
resolved that hereafter she is to be
nothing TO you ?"
"Y- yes; but"
"Stick to your colors then, man, .
cried BARLEY. "Clissy Clarke Is moth
| ing on earth but society BELLE What
you want In a helpful, willing, working
bee OF q wife--one who can aid you
with heart and hand to climb lifa's
hill. You saw Miss Clarke at the Win
field masquerade last night, In white
satin and pearls ?"
"And very beautiful she looked, y
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 yioleI blue
eyes, sparkling with gillish animation.
"Did she look like poor man q
wife ?n N 1G 81
"Not a bit OF fit."A -
"Then be warned" said Bartley.
shortly. "Remember the old story OF
The moth scorching its wings In the
candle fiame.''9 @
DIR. Dale was silent. He had prom
ised himself the pleasure of call on
Clarissa Clarke that very afternoon.
There was something about the girl
that attracted him with almost mag
netic force. The tender light Of her
eyes, the sweet information of her voice.
the rosy fnshes of color that over
spread her cheek when he talked to
her, were all separate attractions and
yet he knew that he, like the hero OF
French romance, was tsa poor young
man.u
He recollected, now, that he had
even said something to Clissy about
going to the Clarke cottage that day.
''It won't do," he said to himself.
"I had better keep away"
And so, instead OF following the
dearest inclination Of his heart, he be-
took himself with Spartan resolve to
the public library.
''I'll read up that case on the inves-
tigation OF cholera microbes" he
thought. "If man expects to make
any mark In his profession, he must
keep posted up in these modern dis
coveries of science"
So be disappeared into one of the al
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 alcoves struck upon
his ear.
"Oh, CIissy Clarke 70 said one. "I
called for her, and she wouldn't come.
It was baking day. and there was
Clissy up to her elbows In -four and
spices"
"Well. never u said the other,
with 4 gig lie.
"Oh, she does all the housework, 81
sald 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
shirt unless Clissy has ironed it,"
"How does she find time for her mu-
sic and oil painting ?" asked the Sec
ond.
"Oh, she rises a. dawn. She says
the test time of the working day is be-
fore breakfast. She finishes the house.
work, sews for the family"
snakes all her own dresses, don't