The Wahpeton times., 1891-06-11

Z q ways some cogent
o. reasons why things
should have been adjusted otherwise
why John should have married
Joan, and Peter should prefer
Betsy. Nobody was ever yet married
to suit everybody.
But in Mary Carimont'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, a tall imperial beauty, with dewy
black eyes, skin as fresh as damask
roses, and dark brown hair, coiled in
shining bands at 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. D.
"And only to think OF it," said
Aunt 10, bursting into tears OF vexa-
tion and disappointment, "that she
must needs go and ruin all her pros
poets by getting engaged to Harry
NARROW, down in New York;
"It does seem strange, Aunt Jo,
when sit down and think of it," said
Doctor Mary, laughing and blushing.
six months ago my profession was
all the world to me. 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 Jo. "Any
brainless idiot can get married and
: keep u mans house and mend his
shirt for him, but you were made for
something higher and more dignified,
Mary"
Mary's dew-bright eyes sparkled.
"Higher, Aunt Jo?" said She "Nlore
dignitied? There you are mistaken.
There is no higher or more dignifed
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 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, II 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 at
least q year before we shall be
ready to marry. In the meantime
shall except the post OF visiting physi
rian to the Aldenbury almshouse and
practice my profession in Aldenbury
Just the same as if there were no Ell.
gagement."
II wish to goodness there wasn't,
said Aunt Jo.' II tell you what,
Mary; l don't fancy that smiling,
smosGth-tongqed young man OF yours,
Still DR.. Mary Clarimont kept her
temper.
81 am sorry, Aunt Jo," she said
pleasantly. "But 1 hope that you
will eventually change your mind
81 used to keep thread-and-needle
store when l was a young woman"
replied Aunt Jo, drily, "and l always
could tell the ring of a counterfeit half
dollar when a customer laid it on the
counter. Icould then, and can now
and tell you what, Mary, there's
base metal about Harry NARROW"
DR.. Mary bit her lip.
"Perhaps. We will 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. d. to herself.
'sMary is making q fool of herself'
thought Aunt Jo.
Aldenbury was u pretty manufacture
ing village, with main street shaded
by umbrageous naples, "west end,
where people who had made theil
fortunes lived comfortably in roomy
old houses, surrounded by velvet
lawns and terraced gardens, and al
feast end" " where people fought des
perately, and not always successfully
TO keep body and soul together on tn
merest pittance.
And little way out of the villag
the almshouse, built and endowed By
certain smuggling sea captain, who's
conscience had pricked him during hi
latter days, raised it's grey ston
gables to the sky, and made a pictur
Z esque background to the landscape.
DR.. Mary Clarimont made somethin
of q sensation at Aldenbury. Up t,
this time all the resident NJ. D. ha<
been stufy old gentlemen with wigs
+. or Dert Young ones with eyeglasses.