The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-08-20

next instant, eagerly and breathlessly,
that most certainly she could not think
of giving up her chosen profession.
Before the termination of three weeks
John Munster was beginning to object to
several more things in the wide world
His figures on the canvas were sadly def
Gent from an artistic point of view He
threw the brush aside in self disgust. He
would sit for hours abstractedly filling up
the outlines of an oval face with wavy
hair and dark eyes, and the bewitching
dimples. What had ever made her think
of becoming a doctor, and by George, such
a laundering energetic one, too. There
were other occupations for a woman,
natural occupations He had thought
once that he didn't like them very well.
Now, why he could love one woman to
distraction If she wasn't always running
away from the house in answer to the
tantalizing call of the telephone bell
He could hear that miserable little
bell tinkling if he strobe across
the hall, and whenever he stepped
into his chamber he would hear the other
one, for there were two of them, sound
ing its imperative summons from the
chamber opposite his own. If she kept
on at that rate she would lose her looks
in year. He would find himself start
ing out in a very determined manner to
put an end to it all and then he would find
nluSelL III Iudb SuuQtu though lingering
halt, in which he remembered that this
woman had not married him for love, but
because an imbecile old uncle had babe
her do SO in the most forcible terms, and
he would bow politely to the indefatigable
young doctor, who, stretching her kid
gloves hastily over her small hands,
would glide past him so rapidly that he
could not tell whether she responded to
the polite bow or did not even know that
the man whose name she bore was stand
ing there.
One night when the rain was recklesslv
dashing cats and dogs against the library
window, John Munster heard distinctly
above the clatter of the elements the
two similar sounds. First, the tinkling
tinkling of the bell in the room on the
second floor. All the doors in the large
house were standing open, for the evening
had been sultry before the rain. The oc-
cupant of the library looked at his watch.
1t was 9:40. He brushed back his hair
from his frowning brow, rose from his
chair, and, walking into the libary door,
stood looking out into the hall. He had
not long to wait A light step sounded
on the polished stairs. The young doctor,
coming down hastily, was cloaked and
hooded in a waterproof garment. She
paused and looked surprised as John
Munster, flooded in the gaslight of the
library, Cdlleu uGT ldLue. L would ike
you to come here and listen minute" he
said.
She acquiesced with faint smile.
"Do you hear that2'
eyes" she replied, sit is a heavy rain"
"And you are thinking of going out in
it,"
Il mustr
He almost said ''Fiddlesticks 7" but re-
strained himself What he did say was
hardly more courteous. Its too bad a
night for a horse to travel"
"Yes, intend to walk
And do you imagine for one moment
that l will let you2n His eyes were gaz-
ing earnestly into hers, and he put his
hand upon her shoulder as though, if nee
essary, he would detain her by force. He
did not know how the woman's heart was
| throbbing under that touch.
Its little baby" said Alice Munster,
with half sob, "a poor little baby, and it
might de-
A vision of the sign on the right side of
his front door rose before his excited
vision, as the rain and the wind, with
great gushing sweep, furiously ratified the
library windows. On the babyp
cried John Munster. 81 say that my
wife shall not expose herself on such a
night"
After that John Munster said great
many more things, his voice growing