Mower County transcript., 1888-03-28

eye when sue lOOhS upon lHe DcC. Ouly
the pen that described the rape of the lock
could do justice to the spectacle. Beau,
who has been licking the wet feathers from
his silky hair, beats a cautious retreat
He may be observation-disclosures; he GER
tainly Is afraid that something will hurt his
feelings, so he wisely removes that delicate
possession to place of safety But the
pangs his mistress feels are too great to be
relieved by anger or appeased by venge-
ance. She realizes that to-morrow's joust
of fashion is not for her. There lies her
magic helm (without which all is useless3
quite shattered. The cloudy heaven of her
face betokens q squall; her bosom pillows
stormily; the sobs come In windy gusts
then. down comes the rain! and Mrs Mars
den sinks into the embrace Other cozy
chair All! Mrs Beldon, smartng under
your so recent defeat over the Easter deco
Aations. what balm for your wounds is here,
ii only you could know it
Mrs. Marsden ia not permitted to indulge
her grief undisturbed
Tap! tap! at the door, and enter the maid.
Her mistress in tears! Why? What?
murdered millinery.
"Oh. ma'am!' says Mary the maid 1t is
no. much to say, but it is enough. The oh!
rises in reflection to the expression of the
utmost astonishment and Indignation; the
"ma'am" In tremulous diminuendo, and
softly as flower falls on q new-lnade
grave.
"W-w-h-a-t is it, M-m-a-r-y!" said her
mistress from behind her handkerchief
IF you please, ma'am, the sewing girl
says she's ready to 60, and will you come
down and put the wrap on before she
leaves"
At the mention of the wrap the squall
shows signs of freshening
"N-n-o, M-a-r-y; and t-tell her will see
her Monday"
Alas! for the gentle hint designed to sug-
| gest to Mrs. Marsden that the work being
done should be paid for Goodbye, Jewel of
girl, to all your fine plans for tomorrow.
Go down the steps little more straight
| OF figure than is your wont; walk past the
| shop windows with unturned face and see,
without looking, the treasures on which
your heart was set; then stop awhile ON the
garrett stairs to fight back the tears so that
somebody may not have to carry part OF
sisters 10 ID
Mrs. Marsden spends herself in sobs like a
spoiled child, and proceeds to develop
| symptoms of hysteria She wishes for her
husband, and reflects with petulance that a
husband always is away from home when
he is most needed 1t is true, male sympa-
| thy at such momen: might leave much to
be desired; but a rightly trained husband
! might be expected to sit down in silent
| sympathy, respecting the greatness of an
| affiiction which he dared not essay to COM
fort in words Mrs. Marsden' s face is flushed,
| her head aches, she is quite unstrung. She
| turns in loathing from Mary's offering of
| tea and toast but submits to being put to
hoH INV
and more and more she desires the pres
ence of her dear friend and physician. DR..
Martin Not man-dear me, no! What
male prac .itioner could hope to success
| fully treas such a case?
man may prescribe but he could not
| sympathize. Besides, what diagnosis could
| penetrate to the deep-seated cause of suf-
fering, and how could finely organized
woman tell a coarse-fbered man that she
| was suffering from the effects of a ruined
| bonnet? But Lucy Waldron, NJ. D., sharer
! of schoolgirl secrets and fol;ies, bosom
| friend and intimate of later days-that kind
of doctor was another thing. Lucy
Waldron was the one person to be counted
on in such case Of trial But how to sum-
mon her, how to explain? Presently the
lady rings for Mary, who comes softly to
the bedside MARY, go to the bureau and
pllnS lhe tuoSe drops use 1Or nervous
| headache" OF course she knew there
wasn't drop left, but she gave dissatis.
fed moan when the maid reports the empty
bottle. Il am afraid you must send round
to the drug store and get it filed" The
maid retires, is at the door" Mary" pa-
thetically) @while think of it, call up Dr.
Waldron on the telephone and tell her had
| a church matter of Importance to talk over
with her, but am too sick to come to see
| her. And, Mary, if she can come over for a
few minutes you can tell her about the
drops and she will bring them"
It's rather a long way round, it's femin-
inc, and Mrs Mursden turns on her pillow
to wait results Duly the doctor fits into
the room-all affection and regrets A