The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-08-15

why John should have married
Joan, and Peter should prefer
Betsy. Nobody was ever yet married
to suit everybody.
But in Mary Clarimont's case it did
seem as If the course OF true love had
interfered seriously with the current
OF common sense and prudence.
Miss Clarimont was only twenty
one, tall imperial beauty, with dewy
black eyes, a skin as fresh as damask
roses, and dark brown hair, coiled in
shining bands ut the back OF her head.
Moreover, Miss Clarimont had a
career" before her. She had Just
graduated from the Medfeld Medical
University, and taken out her diplo-
ma as an M. ID.
"And only to think OF it," said
Aunt 10, bursting into tears OF vexa-
ton and disappointment, "that she
must needs go and ruin all her pros
poets by getting engaged to Harry
ut does seem strange, Aunt 10,
when sit down and think of it" said
Doctor Mary, laughing and blushing.
Six months ago my profession was
all the world to me. l neither wished
nor cared for anything outside its
limits. The future was all mapped
out before me without let or hindrance;
and now"
"Humph!" growled Aunt 10. "Any
brainless idiot can get married and
keep mans house and mend his
shirt for him, but you were made for
something higher and more dignifed,
Mary
Mary's downright eyes sparkled.
Higher, Aunt Jo?" said she. more
dignitied? There you are mistaken.
There is no higher or more dignified
lot in life than that of the true wife of
noble husband"
"Fiddlesticks!" said Aunt Joe. GAS
If every poor fool who was dazzled by
the glitter of a wedding ring didn't say
the same thing! You've disappointed
me, Mary Clairmont, and Pm ashamed
of you, and that is the long and the
short of it,"
"Dear Aunt Jo," said she, III shall
not let my sword and shield rust,
believe me. Harry has only his
own talents to advance him in
the world, and it will be mt
least year before we shall be
ready to marry. In the meantime /
shall except the post OF visiting physi-
clan to the Aldenbury almshouse and
practice my profession in Aldenbury,
just the same as il there were no en-
gagement."
81 wish to goodness there wasn't,
said Aunt Jo." ~ tell you what,
Mary; don't fancy that smiling,
smooth-tongued young man OF yours,
and never shall"
Still DR.. Mary Carimont kept her
temper.
II am sorry, Aunt Jo," she said
pleasantly. "But I hope that you
will eventually change your mind"
81 used to keep a thread-and-n eedle
store when ! was a young woman"
replied Aunt 10, drily, land / always
could tell the ring OF a counterfeit half
dollar when customer laid it on the
counter. could then, and can now
land l tell you what, Mary, there's
DtSe uleIhi uUOuC IlurTy NlNrlOW.
DR.. Mary bit her lip.
perhaps. We win not discuss the
subject further, Aunt Jo." she said,
with quiet dignity, and the old lady
said no more.
"Aunt 10 is wrong" persisted the
pretty young M. ID. to herself
MARY Is making fool OF herself"
thought Aunt 10.
Aldenbury was pretty manufacture
ing village, with a main street shaded
by outrageous naples, "west end"
where people who had made their
fortunes lived comfortably in roomy
old houses, surrounded by velvet
lawns and terraced gardens, and an
least end" where people fought des-
perately, and not always successfully,
to keep body and soul together on the
mercst pittance.
And a little way out OF the village
the almshouse, built and endowed by
q certain smuggling sea captain. whose
conscience had pricked him during his
latter days, raised it's grey stone
gables to the sky, and made pictur-
esque background to the landscape.
DR.. Mary Clarimont made something
OF a sensation at Aldenbury. Up to