New-York tribune., 1889-12-22

were wanting toward each other in those sweet graces
which so beautify the marriage relation. They had
lived and loved together nearly quarter Of cen
tury and had shared in those years their full measure
of joys and sorrows. But Mrs Cnch was not without
her humors. and when she entertaining an acid
humor she could not get her husbands unfortunate
legs out OF her mind.
No matter what may have been the subject that
had originally vexed her. it the invariabe ex
perience that those legs became the focus to which
her excited wrath was drawn and then. indeed. 1t
must be owned, she exceedingly hard to deal with
she would recall in bitter phrases the fact that he
had married her with other and honester legs, and
she would plainly intimate that in substituting these
he had acted In unfair and unmany
This naturally distressing 10 Mr. Cinch. He
keeny felt the injustice of the nsnuation, but at the
same time his mind filled with a supreme loathng
Of his legs and he only deferred from going TO
a hospital and from having them straightway taken
of by the reflection that entirely leglcss husband
not likely to be more satisfactory. upon the
whole, than one whose legs were bowed.
II was from domestic scene such these sentences
have indicated that Mr.. Cinch issued morning
recently, and passing out through his hallway into
the street fast he could wobbe, he tumbled into
his waiting coupe and hurried down 10 business. Mr.
Cinch the keeper Of livery stable, establish
ment held in much esteem by the public and the trade
and yielding abundant revenue. His business was
one Of the largest Of its kind in New-York, fact
which with many Others equally important. was set
forth in unmistakable phrases upon Mr.. Cnchs bus
ness cards copously illustrated with Of prancng
horses and handsome vehicles and of the extensive
premises in which they kept
The appearance of the coupe 1t rolled into the
stable fetched from the inner Office Mr. Cinch's
GER baldheaded young man, with red eyes and a
hopeful soul, who dexcrOusly assisted his employer
to alght, and aided him into the main Office and into
the huge armchair, so placed as to command fair
chair Mr. Clnch rarely moved throughout the lvelong
day.
"well, Bob.' said Mr.. Cnch. he had
caught his breath. how's things going?'
Fair to middlin', sir, fair to mddlln. The regu-
lars is bout the same, but the casuals is light
well, man can't always have things the way he
wants 'em, Bob; ef he could there wouldn't be as
much trouble as they is"
NO, sir that's very true, sir, much fun.
neither come to think OF it,"
How do you make that out, Bob7"
We'll sir ef everybody could have whatever they
wanted there wouldn't be much excitement going on.
They'd get tired o. wanting before long fearful that
the time 'ud come when they wouldn't be nothin' 10
want"
Mr.. Cnch was quite impressed with the force of
this philosophy. Bob's views on men and things
often entertained Mr.. Cnch He had good deal of
respect for Bob. BObs circumstances had denied him
many of those early advantages which are useful
in cuvating the habit Of profound thought, and vet
10 his greater credit il be said that he not in
frequently performed deal Of subtle cogitatlon. In
this he pleased Mr.. Cnch who was by no means all
a of beef and Drawn. Mr. Cnch had read con
siderable quantity of poetry and was subscriber to
scientific periodical lie had a decided tendency
toward occult speculation and had reached that point
in his orthodoxy where he believed there were good
many more things that we don't know than that we
do.
ITa bad Dct,s
In his mind, and was about to say something by way
Of rejoinder when the Office door was opened and
young woman entered, observing that she wished to
pay her bill
She a tall, welldressed, stoutIy built young
woman. with large, strong features and an abundant
supply of blonde hair. partially covered with a sombre
brown bonnet. Her eyes were big and blue, and her
voice quite pleasant to hear. u
This way. miss said Bob. from his high stool
behind the desk. What name, please ?"
Frances Emiline Beeks.7
" Beeks. miss Yes. miss. Let's sec DA to BE.
Barker Becker, Beech, Bceks Frances Emilne
Beeks. Eightyseven dollars and fifty cents. if you
please"
That seems like good deal Of money! observed
Miss Beehs.
~well. now, it Is, miss said Bob. But you
use keIrdge a good deal miss mostly every day
and sometimes oftener. You've called this
month than ever. Why don't you keep a hoss, miss
That nd be the cheapest
1t certainly would if my bills are to up like |
this However, Pm too busy to talk about It, |
Let me have your pen while ! fill out this check
THERE'S that nghti'
Yes miss, thank you. ! think that sorrel would |
suit you nicely. He's only
WELL III think IL over. Good morning!'
Miss Beeks went out and Mr.. Cinch. who had been
regarding her his glasses, inquired, Who's the
young woman, Bob7'
Il don't know, sir hardly" said Bob. but think
he's some kind Of DOCTOR
She seems TO be maxim pretty good bills"
And they gets better all the time. Whatever she
,octors it's good business, for she pays her bill
he day after she gets II every time"
"What makes you think she doctors p
She said so. near as could make out She
ome in here one day last month-it was when /
sd that stavng big bile my elbow, you remember ~
Yes"
swell. was settln' here huggln that bile. and it