Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1891-10-17

true symptcrA OF the proper and the
legitimate, and the all-sufficing love-
the love DIR. Drinks sighed for.
"It's all matter of pulsation," the
doctor assured himself. "If you think
you're in love, feel your pulse Cupid's
barometer is the thing to go by"
One afternoon about four o'clock DIR.
DinlSs seated himself in his parlor and
passed his fingers thougstfnlly through
his hair, wlMeh could not, even in
courtesy, be called auburn. He was
very weary waiting for that magnifi-
cent thrill which he expected to ex-
perience some day, and he sighed pro-
foundly as he glanced round his rather
lugubrious parlor. How uncomfortable
and cheerless it was, to be sure; how
much it lacked the tender touches of a
woman's hand, the charm of q woman's
presence. And the little, low arm
chair by the hearth there-when would
it be filed by the sweet little form
the unknown but coming some body
DIR. Dinks loved to picture in it? How
very nice it sounded, to be sure! My
-little-wife-wife. -My-wee-wife
My
"a letter, SIR"
1t was the doctors servant who
as he lifted the letter carelessly from
the table. and opened it slowly. 1t
was very brief, containing only these
words:
'DovEcoT HOUSE. Tuesday.
DEAR SIR: Please come and see me ut once.
Yours truly, BABs GRANTLEY."
"Babs," he repeated. "What funny
name! Something nice about it, too.
Some antediluvian spinster, suppose,
whose name is the only nice thing
about her. Imperious, too, by George!
Heard there were new tenants at Dove
cot"
That is what John Dinks,. NJ. D., as
he signed himself, said before he saw
Miss Barbara Grantley; and when his
well-appointed brougham rolled along
Jemimaville's only street and drew up
in the pretty garden in front of the
Dovecot house, our doctor, all uncon-
scious of impending fate, complacently
jingled a couple of guineas in his trous-
ers pocket, with the agreeable expecta-
ton of soon adding third
"Dr. Dinks," announced smiling
little maid, in low voice; and, as the
doctor advanced with door closing
behind him, it was to see that he was
in prettily furnished boudoir; while
reclining on couch near the fireplace
was a lady, who Immediately acl1nowl-
edged his presence by charming smile
and bow. And then?-at last! DIR.
Dinks experienced that magnificent
thrill he had been waiting so long for
His heart thumped away, just as it
ought to; his legs trembled; he felt
cold chill shiver up and down his spine;
his mouth opened and closed several
times in an aimless sort of way; his
pulse-but, in brief, he rapidly expert
enced every symptom which attends
and indicates the existence of the prop
er, the legitimate, the genuine love.
His happiness made him almost dizzy,
and he had to seize hold of one of the
chairs for support Yes, this was love;
there could not possibly be any mis-
take about it this time.
Vainly he endeavored to assume his
usual matter-of-fact, professional po-
liteness. His heart beat so he could
hardly speak.
my patient, Miss Grantley, 1 pre-
sumo. Would you-ah, ha-," he be-
gan, advancing towards the couch,
with the assistance of the chair backs.
(How funny his legs felt to be sure.)
"Would you -ah, ha-," he repeated,
taking Miss Grantley's proffered hand
which little courtesy had the Won
derful effect of sending second edi-
ton of that magnificent thrill through
Dinks' sensitive system.
Would you-ah, ha-" he solemnly
repeated, determined to have it out this
time, would you allow me to see your
pulse, and let me feel your tongue"
Now DR.. Dinlss had not the slightest
intention of being amusing, but, to his
infinite disgust, he discovered as soon
as he spoke that Miss Grantley was
greatly amused. She pressed her hand
kerchief to her face and bit her lips;
but, after moments futile struggle,
she laughed outright, and evidently
only checked herself when he looked
so furious. In consideration for his in
jured feelings, she assumed an air of
mild but preternatural seriousness.
'It-it-isn't my pulse or my tongue, I"
she gravely explained; sits my ankle,
sir. and only slight sprain."
DIR. Dinks was excessively embar-
rassed. He was not altogether stupid;
but really when we consider the sud-
denness of the thing it amply excuses
the exhibition of little foolishness
and nervousness. And then to be asked
to look at and touch her ankle!-and a
very pretty little ankle it was, too!
Apologizing profusely, the doctor
carefully - very carefully-examined