San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-07-15
HNNE BISSELL,.
By AUGUSTA LARNED


ness wounded her as usual, and gave her
the feeling that she would like to stick a
pin into that pink and white complacency
and call forth little cry of pain.
81 s'pose you know Mary French,
don't you, Anne? she began, making the
rockers of her chair creak.
mo, can't say do. We used to play
together when we went to school, but
she doesn't remember me now. She
wouldn't call on people in our position"
Il hate to hear folks talk as if they
were getting soured by being poor. Poor
folks can go among the best people in
Littlefeld if they are of the right stamp.
am poor, and am not ashamed to own
it; but never door is shut on me-"
''Oh, we could not pretend to your su-
perior qualifications for Littlefield socie-
ty," and Anne gave her pretty head a
slight toss.
The hussyl Miss Carver wanted to
shake her. She hardened her heart.
well, Anne, understand that Mary
French knows something rather startling
about your DOCTOR" laying malignant
emphasis on the "your." He is engaged
to one of her schoolmates at Smith col
lege, and has been for year."
She waited to see the bomb explode,
but Anne lifted her face from the sleeve
she was putting serene as a summer day.
"Oh, that's an old story" said she, smil-
ing sweetly on Miss Carver. 1.-The en-
gagement was broken more than six
months ago. The young lady insisted
on the doctors joining her church. AS
he declined she broke with him."
ut looks very bad to be making and
breaking engagements" remarked Miss
Carver with asperity. ''Of with the
old love and on with the new"
'Yes, it does look bad" remarked the
placid Anne, Ito those who have never
been engaged, and are never likely to be,
and do not know the difficulties of the
situation"
Miss Carver sat back in her chair,
breathing hard, and just then Mrs. Bis
sell came into the room, sat down and
smoothed her apron. There was what
Anne called the BLACK rust in her
little mothers forehead, and she heaved
sigh.
Gran Their is sick, Anne; something
like a chill, and I've put him to bed and
tucked him in warm, and now I'm wait
ing for the doctor The roof leaks close
to gran'ther's bed. and it has begun to
rain and is 80 damp | don't know but
shall move granther down into my
room. had Fraser's assistant Eera day
before yesterday to mend the roof. He
said he was 4 stranger in town, and lie
has made miserable job of it. / be
licve it leaks worse than ever, and |
wonder Fraser would employ such a
hand. l do wish the doctor would
come"
Miss Carver had passed rather try
ing day, and she went to bed early and
slept lightly, waking every now and then
from bad dream. Late in the evening
she heard DR.. Tibbets light step going
up to his patient in the attic and his
pleasant, reaSsuring voice saying to Mrs.
Bissell in the hall: Now, don't you
worry. The old man has got a little
cold and a touch Of fever, but we shall
bring him round in a day or two
1t was astonishing to Miss Carver that
Mrs. Bissell, with all the load she had to
carry, shbuld worry about that old man
for whom she cooked and washed and
nended when his own well to DO daugh-
tiers had practically cast him off. In the
middle of the'night she heard the front
door bell ring out in the silent house
with startling reverberation. She was
hesitating about getting up to call Mrs.
Bissell when Anne came tripping out of
her room in her striped flannel dressing
gown, her hair a mass of fluffy Curls
Miss Carver heard her tap at the doctors
door. THE night patients have begun
to pour in" she whispered through the
panel, land I'm 50 glad"
The doctor got up and dressed hur-
riedly, and then drove away in wagon
that was waiting for him at the door
over the soft, wet road. Miss Carver
did not hear him come in, but she found
him fresh and bright in the morning at
the breakfast table discussing Mrs. Bis
sells rolls and coffee. Mrs. Bissen was
herself seated behind the tray.
Doctor" she asked, twas your pa
tent very i'll last nightT'
mo, nothing serious; only a light
touch of Group. If the mother had
known how to use little sweet oil it
would have saved the trouble of sending
for me. But those Irish mothers soon go
off their heads when there is anything
the matter with the baby. The fathers
name is Doyle and they live in Cork"
Doyle" repeated Mrs. Bissen, that
must be the man who mended my, roof
the other day, or rather didn't mend it.
1t lets in the water worse than ever"
-aT dara CIV it'S. tho sayna man - ra-