Morning journal and courier., 1894-06-02

far one at the night classes of Cooper Institute of the Astor and Mercan' ile libraries, at the up town art emporiums and, more remarkable still, at the libraries of several medical colleges Of tn
 It seems that the cruller- sellers disappearance from her former haunts was coincident with the young woman ambitious of professional honors. she has since led her classes during an arduous | drancs of at % ieass partial seifsupport. Her tri- umPh at graduation with highest honors next | for, again through her almost unaided efforts, l she has established claim to the possession, with sn or The few in the secret of the incidents here barely outlined, are wondering whether the young l n ses unromantic Coentes slip,
 On e sunny September Sunday, follow ing the publication of the above newspaper paragraph, the few rustic worshippers at the little church of the ancient village of Sohonk were nodding beneath the droniDg warnings of their gray-hesded pastor.
 Venerable Peter Van Brunt was in his accustomed pew, and at his side was the younger pOstmistress of Sohonk. Doctor Edward Watson, having walked over from tho lake, as was his Sunday custom, sat under the low open gallery, gazing ltstless- ly through the open window upon the ce- daIs, willows and lsrohes waving gently above the white hea6stones in the little hillside churchyard; and e stranger, 8 richly but plainly attired young woman, had entered unobserved and stolen silently to retired seat within the sacred place. She, too, had walked from the lake, where che had the previous evening arrived from New York. Suddenly the pastor stopped in his dis course and looked steadfastly at old Peter in his pew, where there had just bsen rustling movement of inquiry and alarm on tho part of the young woman beside him. The unusual pause and silence brought all the tiny congregation from ths land of Nod to upright postures in their stiff backed psws.
 "I-I fear" the pastor faltered, "that Uncle Peter has at last resigned his com mission to the president of all na,ionsl Is -there-a-physician - in -the-congre- gationa"
 Two figures, those of Dr. Watson and the stranger, came rapidly towards Unole Peter's pew. The stranger was first to reach 1t. It was noticed that one of her hands gave swift pressure to the old post | masters bewildered companion's as she ! passed her. She then took the hand of old | Peter, who seemed gently reclining as in sleep, in his pew corner, in her own; drop | ped it; laid her head against the old mans 1 physicisn's impressive though quiet way
 of fnality the simply folk had never before
 seen in woman; and then arose, speaking
 in clear subdued voice, but in tones that
 all around her knew and which thrilled one | heart as it was never thrilled before:
 "Your pastor is right. Poor Uncle Peter
 has been dead some minutee!"
 Then the eyes of the two physicians met
 for the first time in five years, and the one
 who had spoken sank down beside the life
 less body and sobbed with her sister, az
 the pastor gestured for moment of silent
 prayer.
 As the body of the old man was borne to
 his sunny chamber in the ancient inn, the
 two young physicians fingered in the shad'
 owy vestibule.
 Dr. Victoria Mercer, with her hand ir
 that of Dr. Edward Watson, finally said:
 "Ned, Ned, you were right in the little
 postof6ce, years ago. Dear old Unclt
 Peter's was my first case. It shall bs my ! 1asf D