The Republican., 1893-09-21
THE REASON WHY.
How q Precious Life Was Ruined by q
Physicians Prescription.

Physician's Prescription.
Margaret, will you tell me why
Walter will never prescribe liquor of
any kind?" The fair face flushed as it
always did at the mention of the loved
name. 80 many persons speak
of it to mother and me, and Dell San
ford" there was little angry CLEAN
in the bright eyes now-''said she never
should have gotten well if she had not
changed physicians, for DR.. Mcintyre
ordered beer right away, and she be-
gan to have some appetite. Of course
l think that whatever Walter does is
all right, and no one could shake my
confidence in him, but since our en-
gagement so many people have spoken
of this popularity of DIR. Richardson
that l should like to know his reason
why. II don't quite like to ask Wal
ter-yet-I never knew a physician be-
fore who did not recommend at least
a little tonic to build up the system. J
never saw any harm in beer, did you?
The two were driving leisurely along
the old shady road, the morning sun
light cleaned fitfully through the
great trees. Young Mrs. Scott handed
the lines to her guestioner, and took
baby Mrajory into her lap, united the
little cap and brushed carefully back
the fluffy curls, but a sudden shadow
was in her eyes.
There Margaret" said Elsie peni-
tently, I'm sure I've hurt you in some
way. You mustn't pay any attention
to my foolish questions Whatever
reason Walter has, it's all right, isn't
it? You precious little BLOSSOM" and
she buried her face in Marjory's soft
dimpled neck, an attention the little
one reciprocated by clutching hand
full of the golden hair SO temptingly
near.
Mrs. Scott released the smiling pris-
oner, and there was little tremor in
her voice as she slowly replied: MY
dear girl, your questions were not fool
ish, neither did you hurt me; on the
contrary I'm glad you asked, for Wal
ter, l know, is very anxious that you
should share his views on the subject of
'tonics.' Well just drive out to the
park and back, by that time my Mar
jory's eyes will be tightly closed. I'll
tell you a story while she sleeps.
Over thirty years ago, Elsie, in Boston,
there was sorrowful little wedding;
the bridal party stood by the bedside
of peaceful gray-haired woman whose
feet were fast slipping over the
brink, and whose voice was very feeble
as she blessed the young couple
AS her kind, loving eyes closed
on the solemn scene, the little bride
felt that she was doubly orphaned,
for the dear aunt had taken her, a for
lorne orphan mite, into her tender heart
and CHEEKY home. She turned to her
young husband-Aunt Hannah had
given her to him-and on his breast she
shed her tears and was comforted.
but another trouble came; they had
scarcely gotten into their pretty new
house when Philip was ordered to St
Louis to take charge of branch house
The place was one of responsibility,
and it spoke volumes for the young fell
lows ability, that he was chosen from
among hundred other clerks; so the
little house was emptied of its treas
ures, the young wife-she was only sew
enteen-Elsie, sadly bade goodbye to
the friends of her lifetime, and turned
her back on all the old. familiar scenes
They found the strange city most
hospitable, and soon set up their
new home under a cozy roof. The
good pastor of neighboring church
welcomed them to his flock, and found
in each heart full of love for Christ
and humanity. Busy with her house
hold and the many little kindnesses
which seemed to flow naturally from
her hands, time passed rapidly and
joyously to the young wife. A year
sped, and then there came to them the
blessing of little one, whose eyes
were like the velvety pansy the girlish
mother loved so we'll There never was
such baby! and sleepless nights were
forgotten in the joys of the days in
which dimpled hands clung to theirs,
and a rose bud mouth smiled for them.
Gas spring crept upon the land with
its smiles and tears, it's bNis and bios
SONS, the strength of the young mother
began to fail; she could only drag list
lessly from room to room. She turned
every day in distaste from the table,
and the tiny, blueyed boy walled almost
continuously for the food ne craved but
could not obtain There was no mother
to come with her thoughtful care and
experiences, no hand to prepare the
little dainties which might have tempt
ed the appetite back she was not
sick, oh, no. she did not want physi-
rcian-but so tired all the time, and the
long, hot, western summer lay out
stretched before her like Sahara.
''As the days went by, bringing no
improvement with them, Philip took
the matter into his own hands, and one
evening walked in with the great DIR.
Russell, who lived in the next block.
He took look or two at the small fig
ure in the great chair, examined pulse
and tongue, peeped at the young heir
who lay fretting in his pretty cradle.
There is no occasion for anxiety, sir,
none at all; your wife is simply ex-
hausted; the care of the babe, and the
debilitating heat to which she is not
accustomed have combined to pull her
down. She just needs little tonic to