Connecticut western news., 1886-01-13
before breakfast. She finishes the housework, sews for the family"
 "Makes all her own dresses, don't

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 "Yes, and her mothers, too. That satin dress she wore at the party last night was her grandmother's bridal gown made over, and the pearls were borrowed from Miss Layton. It don't cost her anything to dress She'll take the horridest old affair and re- model it with a scrap of ribbon or a panel of velvet until you'd think it was made by a French dress-maker. declare, l wish I had her knack. Papa is always grumbling about my bills. But that ain't all. Do you know. she gives Bessie Layton music lessons, and earns quite a nice little income for herself? And she writes book reviews and things for the news papers, and keeps MT. Clarke in books that way"
 "Dear mer' said the other, with a yawn, "who at the party last night would think it?"
 "Humphr' remarked the other. "She'n live and die an old maid, see if she don't. Such girls always do. Come, here are our novels at last. Let's go"
 The perfumed silken founces 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. It seemed that the gloomy veil which dropped between him and his future life were lifted. In his heart he could have blessed the agile ton rues of these idle. gossiping girls.
 Clissy, then, was no mere butterfly, but 8 true, noble-hearted working girl
 He carried back the ponderous med ical tome to the assistant librarian.
 'Mu h obliged" he 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 morning." said the doct or, 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 to answer the knock.
 "Yes Clissy's at home," said he. ''But she's fixing a chicken for papa's dinner. And then she's got my trousers to mend. Clissy can't come up stairs"
 But Dr. Dale laughingly pushed his way across the threshold.
 "I'll come in and wait," said he.
 And in five minutes Clissy came in, looking even prettier, if it were pos sible thing, in her calico morning dress than she had done in the white satin and pearls on the evening before.
 How he managed to speak out the dearest wish of his heart, Dr. Dale never quite knew. He had prepared form of words on the way, but they vanished utterly out of his mind when the eventful moment came He could only remember that she stood before him in all her fresh, young beauty, like human apple blossom, and that he loved her.
 But after he had her hand in his, one arm caressingly thrown around her waist, he told her of the morning occurrence
 Until then, dearest" he said, 'I looked upon you as a sort of unattain- able luXury-a star to be worshiped afar off only. I knew that I was nothing more than a village doctor, with more ambition than practice for the present, at least. But now l feel that may venture to hope. Will you run the risk of sharing my scanty fortunes. Clissy?"
 Willingly, Junius," she answered, looking up into his face with her frank blue eyes. "And to tell you the truth" she added, smiling a little shy ly, "1'm almost glad that you are not a rich man. Because, dear, shall be so glad, so proud, to help you little in my humble way" So they were married. A few weeks subsequent to their bridal, Franklin Bartley married an heiress - Its like Bartley," said Doctor Dale. "IIe always looks out for the main chance"
 At the end of five years, however, Franklin Bartley came back to his na- tive village, a moody, and disappoint- ed man. His money had all been dis sipated in unwise speculations, his wife had returned to her friends. minus her fortune.
 ".A young man married is young man marred.'" he quoted, gloomily. Except, perhaps. in Dale's case. He seems to have grown rich by degrees And he is happy, too, even in the ob- scurity of country physicians life" "Thanks to my helpful little wife, said Dale, with glance of pride and I tenderness toward Clissy, who sat or the doorstep with two chubby children | playing about her knee. "We have worked together, Clissy and l, and oul reward has not been withheld from us"
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