The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-01-18
his eyes, looked ut me and smiled.
smiled in return. Then he winked.
did not wink back: / snid.

did not wink back; / said:
What do you mean, you scoundrcl?"
Nothing" said the rutIian, as he
turned over to go to sleep, Except that
l think the diagnosis is wrong; that
don't think that shall be able to get
home in u week; and that my conva-
lescence will require continued walk
ing exercise in the company of my
medical attendant"
To my mind there is no charm about
woman SO delightful and SO fascinat-
ing as the charm of manner and of
speech 1t is the way of doing and
saying things naturally, and, there
fore, in n woman, gracefully.
1t was this charm that made our ad.
miration for tho doctor grow stronger
every day Jack was soon able to get
about, and in n few days felt justified
in getting back to work Jack was to
follow me in Il week or two and was
to write to me two or three times a
week.
The purport of his first letter was to
the effect that he had discovered that
he was the doctors first and only
patient, and that she had told him all
about her medical work in their walks
over the moors together; that she was
very jolly company, and wished to be
remembered to me; and good deal to
the same effect, and all about that
wretched doctor.
The second letter told me that her
father and his had been brother Of
ficcrs, and that she had sworn eternal
friendship on that ground. (This
doubtless, accounted for his alluding to
her as "Marion."O
The third said that she was going up
to town on visit to her aunt, and that
he found himself sufficiently recovered
to accompany her
When Jack turned up at our rooms
two days after the receipt of the third
letter, he was in n very excited state.
lie had seen the doctor to her aunt's
place in Kensington, and we Che and y
were to go there the next night to n
dance. He had accepted" for me, and
knew I'd go, If it were only to see the
doctor again.
such wonderful spirits, that 1 didn't
like to refuse him, and so the next night
we set off early.
The doctors aunt has nothing to do
with this story; one of her cousins,
Hilda, was unconlmorly nice, and 1
think I'll go there to lunch on Sunday,
us desired, and at any rate l shall call
on their next lat home" day; but it is
with Jack and the doctor that these
last few lines have to do.
He danced with her all the evening,
and she didn't mind it in the least; in
fact, seemed rather to like it, and
it was following that third dance
after supper that they determined to
sit out in little alcove. which have
no doubt the architect had designed
purposely (and very property for that
sort of thing.
Jack sat silently for minute or two,
and then took her hand and said:
81 love you"
That was all, nothing more; and yet
l believe women who truly love like
those few words better than all vows
and protostations; surely woman
must rather despise a man who fiops
down on his knees and swears he'd die
for her.
The doctor recoilcd slightly, but did
not take her hand away: she looked at
him and said:
''Jack!"
There" he said, impetuously, 81
know I'm wrong to tell you, because
I'm SO terribly poor; but 1 can't help
it. love you, my darling. Pllgo away,
though, and not see you again, but just
tell me once that you love me-"
''But how do you know 1 do?"
''Of course, l don't know, Marion,
but thought perhaps you might"
Jack, my darling, do!'
HAnN will Won wait fill I'm rich
enough to ask you to be my wife?"
but why can't you ask me now,
Jack? I've plenty of money of my
own"
Because want to be able to earn
it myself; because you"
because fiddlcsticks! Now look
me now, right away, and ask me to
marry you soon, you'll put me under
the unmaidcnly necessity of having to
ask you"
So he did.
AT least, suppose so; he only told
me as far US this; but when was Ice
turing him on our way home on the
improvidencc and wickedncss of early
marriages, he muttered something
totally Irrelevant about "If that's thy
soul that's cleaning in thine eyes,
thou lov'st me-"
Seeing exactly how matters stood,
proceeded to give him some really good
philosophic advice, extracts from my
article on Social and Moral Philoso-
ply" to appear in next months Tween.
ticth Century, but the silly boy paid
not the slightest notice, but hummed
an absurd song, thus:
Hush, nightingale, hushl Wait, nightingale.
waiti
Till lictcp and hpnr 10 n atar drowoth mar