The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1888-05-16

nave borne this PAIN Tor her, and that his
anxiety about her was very great.
DR.. Alexander had told her, in his
homely, kindly fashion, about his talk
with Biddulph on the night of the accident.
"Eh, but young leedy, We must soon get
weel, or the poor fellow will 90 dement,"
he said, remembering, perhaps, the DAYS
when he too, as a raw young Scotch lad.
had sighed and loved.
The poor fellow had indeed been unfor-
tunate all the days of his life. The son of
farmer, he had fallen in love during his
studious youth with the pretty daughter
of one of the small lairds in his neighbor-
hood, and, though he had never spoken to
the young lady his admiration for her had
influenced his life. He had risen early
and worked late; for her sake he meant to
become great, and started for London
with ego in his pocket, determined to
laboriously climb the steep ladder OF
fame.
Instead Of which he very nearly starved.
He struggled on four or five wears he
learned his Janet (the laird's pretty
daughter) was married, and he gave the
fight up. He returned to the Highland
hills where he had been born, no richer
than when he went away. But he had,
Of course, acquired knowledge, and he
became badly paid country DOCTOR in
stead OF highly led London physician,
which he had aspired to be.
Andhe took a somber, but still kindly.
view Of the world in which he had failed
to gain success.
"Every man cannot win," he used to
say, sadly enough, speaking very good
English generally when he philosophical,
though relapsing into broad Scotch in or
dinary conversation.
And there was something in Biddulph's
face which had taken the fancy of the
clever, yet unfortunate man. He had
read there indications of loftier train of
thought than he found amongst those with
whom he commonly associated. How
strange it is! Even the words of letter
show signs of the human being that penned
the lines. We cannot quite disguise our
nature, just as we cannot turn ugliness
to beauty by spurious art. We can make
ourselves look better; we can hide as best
we can this fault or the other, and would
have the world believe it is not there.
But it peeps out; the mean man is mean
still, in spite of some ostentatious gift, and
the noble heart noble still, though evil
at times may have clouded some of its
high hopes. And the Scotch doctor, with
those small, shrewd eyes of his saw fur
ther than most men. In pithy sentence
he had at once estimated very justly the
character of the two Frasers.
"Jock's heart is good, and Alexis head"
he had dryly remarked OF his neighbors /;
and in Biddulph's grey eyes he had seen
a glimpse, itmight be OF an erring, but still
lofty soul.
He had soon an opportunity of further
judging of his character, for day or two
after Noras accident, as the doctor sat
smoking after his midday meal, and forti-
fving himself with glass of toddy before
starting on long ride through the driz-
zling rain, Mr.. Biddulph was announced,
and the doctor rose and stretched out his
lean hand.
''Glad TO see ye, sir, though this is but a
dreary day."
81 have come to place myself under
your care, DOCTOR" said Biddulph, dusky
blush stealing 10 his usually pale skin.
''Eh, and what is wrong now?" asked
the doctor, putting on his professional air
and eyeing the healthful countenance be-
fore him.
81 suppose it's the climate" answered
Biddulph, "but I've got-well, a pain in
my shoulder"
'.Bad?" inquired the doctor, laconi-
cally..
"Well, not very bad" answered Bid
dulph, moving, uneasily beneath the
shrewd eyes fixed upon him.
The doctor went through the usual
formalities; the patients tongue was red,
his pulse strong and steady.
''These attacks are vera SUBTLE" said
the doctor, with just twinkle of humor
in his small eyes. "However, I'll gi' We
something to rub on yer shoulder, Mr.
Biddulph, and send the lad across the
loch with it before nightfall."
"Oh, III call for it tomorrow; that will
do," answered Biddulph, with assumed
carelessness. "And how is your other
patient this morning-Miss Stewart"
"Miss Leonora Stewart answered the
doctor, with imperturbable gravity OF
tone, though that touch of humor still
lurked in his eyes, sis doing as weel as we
can hope. / must tell her ye're a fellow
sufferer"
Biddulph then proceeded to ask various
questions about Nora, and then, just as he
was going away, he said
"You'u not forget to have that stuff
ready in the morning, then? I'll call for
it about this time, and hope I'll find you
at home"
'Then we're ma in hurry for it?''
"Oh, tomorrow will do. Goodbye,
doctor" And thes shook hands and
parted. and as Biddulph turned away a
grim smile stole over DIR. Alexander's face
'Deil bit OF pam he had, he muttered
to himself, as he finished his whisky,
'unless it's under his left ribs. Oh, but"
he added after moments thought, his
mind wandering back to his own early
love-mischance, maybe that's the worst
pain of a." and the poor doctor heaved .
heavy sigh:
ITO be continued ner Ueek.)