Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1894-11-23

sells by the fact that she liked the air OF
that end of the town, leaving it TO be in
ierred that she could if she chose live at
the Oak Hill hotel or any of the more
fashionable places.
She had talked the young doctor over
at many tea tables. In her set he had
almost suppiauted Mrs. Bssell and her
! lapses in II .nagement, the inefficiency
Of Bissell, and the independent slightly
imDudent air assumed by Anne III the
! household.
There was only one thing that trou-
| He'd Miss Carver: the doctor belonged
to the wrong medical school. She had
always been very stanch i'll her orthodox
medical views. A doctor in the house
would certainly be a convenience, for
! Miss Carver had her pet infirmities, and
| she regretted the expensive luxury OF
talking them over with regular prac
| titioner. But a doctor in the house.
whom one met Familiarity at meals,
would hardly estimate his professional!
talk as highly as DR.. Leayitt did. She
would doubtless be able to pick up good
deal that might be useful to her gratis.
But, alas! he was Of the wrong school.
She could not IN all conscience ever
bring herself to take those absurd little
pills. even if they We're given away.
Miss Carver had been going over these
questions in her mind when station
hack drew up to the front gate and
young man of fair complexion, ''well
set up" as our English cousins say, and
1 IA "a eft
| banged the hack door. He mad no lug
gage, and had in his hand a little sign in
scribed with the words Or. $. l.. lib
bets" Miss Carver flew out to the pas
sage and called down, Hes come, Mrs.
Bissell!' in a hysterical voice.
The horsehair sofa still blocked the
hall, and a large easy chair filled the
front door. Mercy! what shall | do:'
exclaimed Mrs. Bissell. Anne rushed
out from the dining room letting down
the sleeves Of her pink morning dress
and with pretty blush on her fair face.
Come right in, DOCTOR" Miss Carver
heard her saw Mother is a little be-
lated about your Office; but step into the
parlor if you can manage to climb over
| these things"
The doctor replied in an easy, good
natured, languid voice, and Miss Carver
thought to herself in her New England
fashion of weighing and measuring,
He hasn't got much force" The doc
tor was telling Anne that his luggage
had been left by mistake at the june
ton where he had taken the Applicable
branch line, and would not arrive for
some hours He had therefore appeared
with only his doctors sign in his hand
as proof Of identity. The young people
went into the parlor, and in few mo-
ments Miss Carver heard sounds Of
laughter, the doctors easy voice and
Anne's girlish staccato notes
"What confidence the girl has, )"
thought Miss Carver, "to be going on
like that the very first minute! l should
think her mother would try and check
her; it looks so firtatious.' The risk
that poor, unsuspecting young man in
| CURED in coming into the Bissell family
filled her with a kind of pity. She was
glad Providence had so arranged things
that at her age she did not find any for
/ ward, pert girls on her hands to man
age. Surely the single state has its adj
vantages. 1t at least affords one a lofty
pedestal for criticising ones neighbors,
Miss Carver could see in many ways
how Mrs. Bissell had missed it, and how
differently she would have done in her
place
There was an old Grandfather Bissell,
a stone deaf old man, who sat in the
kitchen in a rocking chair close to the
stove, with his hat on even in warm
weather. Sometimes he worked little
| in the garden, or pottered about on
errands in the town, or assisted at the
cooking when a crisis occurred in the
domestic arrangements, as often hap
| pened. But in a general way he was of
no use-only another mouth to feed.
! The old man had married daughters far
| better off than Mrs. Bssell, who refused
! to keep him on the ground that he was
! hard to get along with, though appar-
emily a more harmless old soul did not
| live. Miss Carver was strenuous on the
| fact Of Gran'ther Bissell. If she could
have had her way the old man would
! have been sent packing, and the hard
! hearted daughters brought to terms.
Then there was Bissell himself, part
carpenter and part teamster; but both
teaming and carpentry were now at a
low ebb in Littlefeld, and as there was
nothing for Bissell to do he did nothing,
and let his wife support him. The sight
of Bissell hanging about the place when
there was mortgage on the property
filled Miss Carver with suppressed rage,
If Bissell was her husband she knew she
would find some way of making him
earn his salt. She dared not hint of her
feelings to Mrs Bissell, for the little
woman was very touchy and truculent
about her "men folks" She said she