Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-01-09

with It. ar. Greygrey looked up from his
writing at these words. but before he could rise
the speaker had closed the door and departed
with no further remarks. But DIR. Greygrey
understood that those few heralded the
coming OF some exceptional parsonage
and we're intended az a gentle hint to him. A
few moments later he was saying to the matron:
1.-The doctor often brings his friends down,
You know. but he never said anything before
hand. so this must be something special 1
would like the place to appear at its very best.
! hope the sun will come out bright;
that makes such a difference, yo1
know" The matron nodded assent
and then hurried of to make certain by an
extra round that everything was at its very
best" Meantime DIR. Greygrey returned to
his Office to read, but his reading on this par
ticular morning was considerably interrupted
by the frequent looks he cast at the window to
see IL the clouds were lifting. He was rather
young very proud of his hospital. and wanted
every one to be as much pleased with 1t as he
was: beside. he wanted to please DIR. Bronson
Most people wished to please him.
watched for the sun. for as DR.. Bronson drove
around paying his professional calls he kept a
q sharp lookout on the clouds. ''She Is so
sensitive" he said TO himself. land feels little
things so strongly that want it to be bright
and cheerful when she first sees the hospital"
The doctor was in the habit of bringing
his friends and acquaintance down to the
hospital. for few people who knew the
doctor Gid not become interested IN him,
and it was next to impossible to be interested
In him without being interested in his
work also. Hardly a week passed that he
did not show number Of visitors through
the wards But he had never before been so
anxious about the impression that the place
would make In fact, as he acknowledged TO
himself, he had never wished SO much to please
any one as he now wished to please Miss Nor
ton. Up to this period in his existence be bad
found II a very easy matter to make people Ike
him, for the gods had bestowed their gifts on
him with lavish hand. To fine type Of
mind, an unusually sweet, genial dispo-
sition and an abundant supply of this
worlds goods His practice had already
reached generous proportions, but he still kept
his place on the visiting staff OF the Broad
Street Hospital. He was devoted to his profess
sion, but not so much absorbed in il that he
did not find time to mingle in the gay society
of the capital. Here. as everywhere else, he
was a great favorite, and it was whispered about
that he might have had his choice
Of the fairess flowers that decked
the theater and ball room night
after night. but as vet he had not made a selec-
ton or favored any one by his exclusive devo-
uon- But one evening he met Muriel Morton,
and after that evening everything was changed.
She was spending several months with friend,
and long before her visit was drawing to a close
the Doctor had made up his mind that he
had something 10 saw TO her, but somehow
he never had mustered the courage to
say It. Society stood astounded to see
the man who had stood so calmly in the face of
all the beauty, all the charm Of the citys bellies,
surrender at last. surrender completely.
And yet, strictly speaking, Muriel Morton was
not beautiful There were fully score or
more buds and fuller blown blossoms who
far outshone her. But hers was q beauty
that did not depend for its charm on