San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-07-14

He made h.yl-tlf tlGrJ1Ignly az Eoine
and told so many funny stories about a
healthy old town where he had tried TO
establish himself and had been starved
out for lack Of patients. chat Miss Carver
found herself laughing until the tears
came under her glasses. The Holmes
children were grianiny from ear to ear
and stretching their lipless mouths like
india rubber bands over the doctors
funny stories. The table grew so merry
that tired Mrs. BisSell in the kitchen
stopped to listen, while the old man. put
ting his brown, crooked hand up to his
good ear, did likewise.
He'll be popular" said Miss Carver
to herself as she went slowly up stairs.
He'll make friends as easy as water
runs down hill. Father always said we
must distrust easy popularity. | do
hope he'll see through Anne Bissell. If
her mother had any judgment with the
girl she wouldn't let her throw herself
at that mans head"
Miss Carver spent most of the after
noon spying ont of the window to see
the doctors Office furniture come-heavy
mahogany AMI rosewood, all the best
and handsomest; desks, chairs, cabinets
and pictures, implying the cultivated
and rather Injurious tastes Of young
man of pretty good length OF purse.
Miss Carver opened her eyes when she
remembered the depths Of poverty to
which he had declared himself reduced
by the unnatural healthfuIness Of Ket-
tletas. Guess he's extravaganza, she
thought to herself, as she tied on her
bonnet at nighCfall to go and call on her
particular friend. tine Widow Earkaway,
and, though the widow was deaf of one
ear and partly blind. before the next
night the whole of Littieiali knew that
young Or. Tibhats was humorist; that
he had been frozen ont of Kcttlctas by
the longevity of the people, and had
come to Littleheld without any visible
means, but with large amount of hand
some Office furniture, and that Anne
BisSell-well, it is easy to conjecture
what was whispered about Anne Bissell.
The office was all in apple pie order
when Mis- Carver reached home at tea
time. The Office door stood open, and
there was the doctor with his coat off
| arranging his medical cabinets and
whisthng softly to himself. Mrs. Bis
sell had put new muslin curtains to the
windows. and Anne had filed vase
| with moss roses for the center table
those precious roses she cherished like
gold--an attention Mss Carver never
had received in all the years she had
lived in Mrs. Bissell's house.
"The sun is going 10 rise and set on
his head" thought Mss Carver as she
took her way up to her room, smelling
the tea biscuits from the open kitchen
door. But she could not hate the young
doctor. There was something engaging
about the creature, she acknowledged
inwardly, as she laid off her things.
DR.. Tibbets certainly was CHEEKY
soul, and he seemed to infuse breezy
life and temper into the rather distracted
Bissell menage Mrs. Bissell felt her
work lighter, and Anne seemed to take
a new interest in home and to talk less
about the dullness of Littlefeld. Some
people pitied Anne and felt that she oc-
cupied a false position. She had been
graduated at the normal school, and had
taught year or two in country town,
but it was beside all the traditions of
the Littlefeldians to take a mechanics
daughter, whose mother kept IA cheap
boarding house, into the best set. She
was prett.cr than most of the daughters
of the wealthy old families, but Anne's
beauty did not seem an advantage in the
eyes OF the LittleieId dowagers, and
her independent, free ways appeared
rather lacking i'll reverence to the pure
LittIedeld blue blood, whose pretensions
Anne did not hesitate to laugh at in
Miss Carver's presence.