Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1888-05-03

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my gratitude for her love and kindness.
| am very dutiful to her.
Her first husband and pet brother
were doctors, both Of whom died. She
loved the profession because she loved
them, and she made up her mind that
she wanted me to be doctor. Now if
there ever was profession l despise, it
is the medical, but to please her and my
father, I began to study medicine as
soon as they expressed their desire in
| the matter. Father being partial my
Maryland, wanted me to come to the
University to finish up. ard / intend to
study diligently and graduate with
honor, but I never will prescribe pill
Or powder for any body in my life. l
don't like the profession, and won't
practice it. My mother has sitter hero
in Baltimore, living at Franklin Squire
and she has two childen-- a daughter
and q son. The latter is member Of
the senior class in this college.
The reason l do not board with them
is, that my aunt is in feeble health, and
very nervous and can't stand noise.
She says I make too much noise, but |
must make noise or l couldn't live.
loye my violin and I like to sing, but
I wouldn't enjoy either if thought it
was annoying to any one, so I decided
to come here and board. I like Lady
Chatham, and it Is aupleaeant here as
we could desire-since St. Albans left.
l can visit my relatives when I choose,
aud l will introduce you to my cousin
Maurice. Maurice isa good fellow and
is as handsome as prince, and my
cousin Lorena is once, and you would
never think Of that siren you saw in
the street car any more.
Now if you like, l will tell you how
became heir to the name ben Bolt %
A casual acquaintance would never
engaged in such pastime as failing
in love-" but did have just such fall
about two years ago.
Phoebe Cary says, girls are not what
they seem" and men are not either l
know am not. I am beyeft and bro
ken. hearted, but very few know it.
About two years ago l mat Alice
Burruss, Chicago belle and beauty,
and your episode in the street car re-
minded me Of my own experience. l
first met Alice at Niagara Falls.
1t would be useless for me to try to
describe her, for all the adjectives that
denote beauty, purity, goodness and
and sweetness combined would not be
enough to portray her angelic and ire.
sistable lovliness, She was 70 pure to
dwell long on this earth, and soon, too
soon, was taken to heaven, to live in the
the company Of angels. She was mine
on earth, and she is mine in heaven,
and intend to devote the rest of my
life to her memory, and endeavoring to
prepare myself for hel society when l
meet her over there.
We were to haye been married in a
few months, but she fell victim to a
fatal fever, and they made her a tomb
of white marble down in the corner of
the churchyard, and placed the cask-
ct that contained her precious remains
in it, and covered it with a marble
slab.
l felt as if would die also. My
grief seemed more than 1 could bear,
but we never know what a heavy bur.
den Of sorrow we can bear, until it is
laid upon US. | have tried my best to
outlive it, but | never sholl.
About two weeks after Alice was bur-
ried my step-mother was visited by a
widow lady from Iowa. She and my
mother We're friends and classmates
in thei1 girlhood. She made and ex.
tended visit to Chicago, and spent the
most of her time with my mother. She
was brilliant musician, and soon after
her arrival, when in the drawing-room
one evening, my mother said
"Play for us Mary T.
She went to the piano and executed
few choice selections.
"Now sing for u.s. said my mother.
"What shall I sing" she asked.
"Some of those sweet and pretty bal
lads you used to sing in 'ye olden time, "
replied my mother.
She played short prelude, and then
in sweet, plaintiYe voice sang "Ben
Bolt" You know it commences "And
don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben
Bolt"
It touched and thrilled me, and /
listened, until she sang the second verse.