The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-03-15

always wore when dinner was late But
as Mrs. Bissell kept her for a dollar q
week less than any of her other boarders
the privilege Of open complaint was
taken away.
The young doctor occupied the head OF
the table, and Anne filed her mothers
place with easy assurance, as If nothing
ever went wrong in the Bissell establish
nent It was shame, Miss Carver
thought, for Anne to look as cool and
unruffied as ice cream while her mother
was stewing over the kitchen fire. And
then she was so undeniably, SO exasper-
atingly pretty Her auburn hair-peo-
pie called red hair red when Miss Carver
was young-rippled in a mass across her
white forehead and down the slope OF
her round neck, and was gathered in
great fluffy, curly nest at the back, just
defining itself in loose coils The pale
pink of her gown suited well with her
dazzling complexion and dark hazel eyes,
dancing in the light of innocent mis-
chief. She talked all the time, as II the
light flow of her girlish chatter could
cover up the deficiencies of the table ser
vice and the irregularity with which the
courses came in. Miss Carver, intrenched
in aggressive silence. felt that Anne was
q sham and wondered how far she would
succeed in pulling the wool over the
young doctors eyes.
But the doctor had no starch about
him. He seemed to find some amuse-
ment in the difficulties Of the situation.
He made himself thoroughly at home
and told so many funny stories about
healthy old town where he had tried to
establish himself, and had been starved
out for lack of patients, that Miss Carver
found herself laughing until the tears
came under her glasses. The Holmes
children were grinning 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. Bisse1l in the kitchen
stopped to listen, while the old man, put
ting his brown, crooked hand up to his
good ear, did likewise
Hell be popular" said Miss Carver
to herself as she went slowly up stairs.
Hell 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. II
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 out Of the window to see
the doctors Office furniture come-heavy
mahogany and rosewood, all the best
and handsomest; desks. chairs, cabinets
and pictures, implying the cultivated
and rather luxurious 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 healthfulness of Ket-
tletas. Guess he's extrayagant, she
thought to herself, as she tied ON her
bonnet at nightfall to go and call on her
particular friend, the Widow Hathaway,
and, though the widow was deaf Of one
ear and partly blind, before the next
night the whole of Littlefield knew that
young DR.. Tibbets WAS a hu1norist; that
he had been frozen out of Kettletas by
the longevity of the people, and had
come to Littlefeld without any visible
means, but with large amount Of hand
some Office furniture, and that Anne
Bissel1-well, it is easy to conjecture
what was whispered about Anne Bissell
The Office was all in apple pie order
when Miss 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
whistling softly to himself. Mrs. Bis
sell had put new muslin curtains to the
windows, and Anne had flied vase
with moss roses for the center table
those precious roses she cherished like
gold--an attention Miss Carver never
had received in all the years she had
lived in Mrs. Bissell's house
THE sun is going to rise and set on
his head" thought Miss 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
Bissen 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 Littleield. Some
people pitied Anne and felt that she oc-
cupied 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 Littlefieldians to take mechanics
I daughter, whose mother kept cheap
boarding house, into the best set. She
was prettier than most of the daughters
of the wealthy old families. but Anne's