Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-08-13

my house in Harley street is a great
trial to Maria, who is very fond OF
flowers; but like John Gilpin's wife
she has frugal mind. She does not
buy her flowers at the florists; she
deals with barrowmen in the street.
She does not pay in cash; she swaps"
my old clothes for floral treasures. Il
is no use my demonstrating with Maria
she will do it.
Two days after the commencement
OF Lady Dartmoor's illness my wife
rushed into my consulting room. oh!
Ananias!" she cried Maria is very
fond OF me. and she will call me by
my christian nancy. "look what I
have found" Then she held out a
magnificent three-stone ruby ring. I
recognized the ring at once; it was
Lady Dartmoor's.
'Ananias!" cried my wife, Il got
rid OF your old shawl dressing gown
to-day; battered it for ferns. Ono
Of them actually came out OF the pot
1t was SO dry, poor thing, and be-
tween the pot and the earth was this
beautiful ring"
congratulated Maria. aud took
charge Of the ring. When I called
professionally upon Lady Dartmoor
that day. her mother, Mrs. Werner,
was very much depressed.
'She has been raving all night
about Capt Blackadder and her ruby
ring, doctor. She seems perfectly
conscious now. but she does nothing
but shed tears. doctor and stare at
her left hand. And" added Mrs.
Werner, dismally. her ruby ring is
missing, DIR. Swansdown."
Then l went up to see my patient
She was perfectly sensible. but her
mental depression was intense, and
tears were flowing freely from her
lovely eyes. I got rid OF Mrs. Werner
on some pretext or other. Then I
stopped, and. pretending to pick it up
from the floor. l handed her the ruby
ring.
"Oh, DR.. Swansdown. she cried, in
voice OF genuine gratitude then it
was all dream-a dreadful. dreadful
dream. l must tell you. Somebody"
she said somebody who shall be
AAsSAAASASoc OCCL lu0 lOT
ever SO long that Dartmoor neglects
me. and l dreamt dreadfully vivid
dream, DR.. Swansdown, and thought
l was sure that my dream was
reality, for l had lost my ring; and I
dreamt that, when l was sitting out
with him in the conservatory at Lady
Doublechin's ball the other night he
asked me to elope with him that night.
At first l Indignantly refused. Then l
dreamt that l hesitated; told him to
leave me; that, If consented, l would
put the ring In a flower-pot that held a
fern which was standing behind us;
and then l dreamt-and my dream
seemed real, dOctor-that l made up
my mind that Dartmoor no longer
loved me, and that l placed my ring in
the fower-pot close to the edge; and
that just then Dartmoor appeared to
take me home. And then l re-
membered nothing more until late last
night. And then found the ring was
gone; and, oh! Dr. Swansdown.
loathed myself"
Calm yourself calm yourself, my
dear young lady," began with a
genial. professional smile. Late
hours, my dear Lady Dartmoor. late
hours and London air have much to
answer for. 1t was lucky thing.
though. that you found your ring; and
now your mind is thoroughly disabused
OF INSTRUMENTATION Authorization.
You must try to dismiss these ridiculous
ideas from your mind. All! we are
much better this morning, much bet
ter Are we not Lady Dartmoor?"
l said. with smile that was childlike
and bland to Mrs. Werner, who Just
then entered the room.
l did not tell Lord Dartmoor how
very near the happiness Of his young
wife's life had been wrecked; but 1
ordered the Dartmoors off on voyage
round the world; and they started
within the fortnight in Sir John Bar
nacle's big steam yacht which Dart
moor purchased.
When got home told Maria that
I had lost the ruby ring. and I added
that did not believe that they were
rubies.
"Oh. Ananias" cried Mrs. Swans
down, in her just indignation-'yo
are a perfect fool"
What became Of Captain. the Hon
orable Reginald Blackadder? Why,
Jarnac, the French deputy, spitted
him upon the sands Of Blanken berghe
because he was a great deal too atten-
tive to Nine. Jarnac and he died upon
the field OF honor. Served him right
the beast! They manage this sort Of
thing so much better in France.
Their Idea OF Chicago.
A French newspaper, published at
Nantes furnishes its readers with