The Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1885-1886, 1886-01-30

his faculties had full scope. He had theo-
ries, as he said, and he was often bordering
over them. Sometimes he came across things
that justified his turn for metaphysical re-
search; oftener, he fe'ind it satisfied his pa
tents better if he ignored the intimate con-
nection Of body and mind.
He was, like most men of bis type, lover
of nature, and he had @affinities' with her
moods. All night, while the wind had
howled and hurried around his dwelling, he
had been perplexed and disconnected This
morning the sky was clear, the moor and
the distant hills were bathed in sunshine;
even on the-'untowardn side of the picture
the smoke was rising in steady columns that
did not obscure the clear sky, the dingy
street looked less desolate than it had done
the night before.
He did not go to see Mark Taylor this
morning; he had other patients to visit, pa
tents whose homes lay in dirty square
close to the colliery.
Most Of the doors in the square were open.
At the one DR.. Garry entered man was sit
ing on a wooden stool puffiug conten1edly
at a short pipe, He was very dirty, having
Just returned from his nights shift"
THE lads better this morning" he said
with roll of his eyes in the direction of the
interior; ''the missis has had him sittin' up
whites, but he suffers a vast o pain still"
The doctor stepped over his hosts out
stretched legs, and made his way into the
little kitchen. THE "missis" was nursing
child by the fireside; on a bed in one ccrner
lad of 10 or II was lying, with an injured
back
He was only ''putter boy" and accidents
were happening among his comrades in the
pit. He had accepted his quota of pain and
suffering with stoicisn.
An expression of pleasure crossed his face
as the doctor entered.
Miss Rose sent us some flowers this morn
ing he said eagerly. "She said you'd been
tellin' her we liked EN-"
The mother rose and busted the chair. N
little wine would have been kindness" Sis
said, in a whining tone; shin three weeks
abed, and only the father bringing aught in,
it makes it hard"
"She knew I'd like the flowers" said the
lad in a satisfied tone. There was an old
saucer on table by his head filled with
fresh golden crocuses; he was holding one
between his fingers.
YES, she knew said the doctor with a
sense Of satisfaction He could always
count on Miss Rose as an ally in his efforts
| 10 introduce sweetness and light to dirty
homes. Then he turned to the harrassed
mother. mo doubt you'll get some soup to-
morrow, 4" he said; hasn't she sent you some
thing almost every day.
YES, and I'm sure we need it."
Then he grateful for it," said DR. Garry,
silencing this weak vessel with manly promp-
titude. Then he turned to the lad AGAIN
| Miss Browell is very good to you,' he said
| Was she here last EVENING"
YES, she's reading to us" he answered
with all eager flush of pleasure; she comes
always o nights when the BARNS asleep and
mother can sit quiet
Always the same time reflected DIR.
Garry His memory was prompt to call to
mind how often in his visits to Mark Taylor
| lie had found him at the same hour watch
ing.
He coupled the young viewers name with
bis next remark.
You've not been laid up so long as Mr..
Taylor has, he said
"Oh, no" said the lad: then with a quick
association of ideas, Does she read to himr
mo- The doctor smiled thoughtfully-
and grIff voice from the doorway chimed
in with vehemence: IF that young Taylor's
goin' to die, it's pity; he's the finest young
man of the lot we've had here
"Ay," chimed in the wife; him and Miss
Rose are pair for looks-folks all thought
they'd make match-it'll spoil their talk if
he dies
Folks talk" growled the man He's no.
body but viewer. and the master'll look high
for Miss Rose
The doctor left the cottage with a sensa-
ton as of a fate driving him on. These peo-
pie had put into words his own vague float
ing thoughts. A vision of Miss Rose came
before him. Was it his fancy only that the
girl had looked less bright Of latel Had the
shadow Of this sickness come between her
and possible dawning love and hopei Then
be thought of Mark Taylor with a pity in
which there mingled FAINT shadow of con
tempt.
He tried to time his rounds that day so al
to be passing through the street at the time
Miss Rosa" came to visit her protege, but he
did not contrive it or catch glimpse of the
girl until he was seated in the drawing room
of Mr.. Browells house, and she came in to
greet him in her white dinner dress.
He thought she looked pale and absorbed
during the meal, but his host engrossed so
much of his attention that he had very little
chance of speaking to her. When she left
the room there was still long time TO elayse
before he got a word, because Mr.. Browen
was fond of his after-dinner wine, and liked
DIR. Garry's company. An interruption
came before be had proposed to adjourn to
the drawing room in the shape Of a deputa-
ton Of the men wanting the manager Mr..
Browell rose resignedly The shadow OF
business was seldom lifted from him. eve'
after dinner When he had gone Garry
sought the drawing room and his hostess
He found her sitting in the freight, on a
low chair. The pretty room was full of tn.
perfume of hyacinths; for a second he fell
overpowered by something.
Then he drew a chair to the fire and sal
down. and so stayed for few moments 81
lently studying the white figure in the Low
chair He could see her face distinctly, and
and it was charming enough face to see. Il
was so changeful in its expression that you
would never have been able 10 decide on it,
absolute pretentions to beauty, it was s,
vivid in its expression that it claimed YOU
attention at once And withal it had some
thing 30 soft and tender about k--s'
womanly, healthy ard sweet-that it re
minded you of the description of that "re-
feet woman" planned by one of the mobiles
men of our time.
Rose Browell "had secured for hersel
such physical exercise as had confirmed he
health and perfected her beauty, and hat
striven to fill and temper her mind with al
knowledge and thoughts which tended b
confirm its natural instincts of justice am
refine its natural tact of love"
DR.. Garry was proud OF this girl He ha
in some measure assisted at the upraisinI
and maintenance of this high standard
Rose and he were great friends Often MI
Browell had sat by with an amused incredu
lous expression while these two held cor
clave on the books they read-books whic
he had never "had time" to open to his bus
life II was different eide of his natur
| that the doctor presented to the daughter
but the father excused its seeming whims
cality on the score Of interesting Rose, an
believed that middie-aged man like Carr
might cultivate safely friendship with hi