The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1895-04-19

''See here, you Abe Scissors" cried
the other, jumping to his feet and
shaking his notebook ut the speaker,
"does you uns think DENTS kin slick
up an drive nine miles every time
some un gifts neuralgy in the iawf No,
sir I'm workin' up your way Sot'
urday anil call then. Meantime tell
tibet girl not to eat no hard food an,
to battle her neuralgy jaw in lauda-
num-"
With that he scrubbed ''Jimson,
Saturday, neuralgia" in his book,
turned on his heel and disappeared
into the store.
The Storekeeper grinned and said:
'Young felly 'sgittin' kinder in'epen'e en-
sence he's quit stedy an TUX ter prac-
tice."
Abe Scissors gazed at the retreating
figure in silence for moment and
then exclaimed:
"Well, if them denters don't beat
all"
He seized the reins, cut the mare
with the whip and was gone.
True to his promise, young Doc
Snyder drove up in front of the jim
son home on the following Saturday.
After hitc hing his horse to the fence
and taking the satchel in which he
carried his instruments from under
the seat he entered the gate. There
was no sign of welcome about the bare
front of the house-all the shutters
tight closed, that glared at him there
i'll the hot sun. He was at first unde-
cided as to whether to knock at the
front door or go to the kitchen, but
after some hesitation decided that the
to his dignity. But his rap brought
no response and he was compelled to
make his way around to the rear, where
he found all the windows wide open,
hive of bees droning in the sunlight
andamongrel dog doing in the shadow
of the tall wooden pump. The sound
of his footsteps brought Mrs. Jimson,
thin, sallow woman, to the door.
"Well, Doctor Snyder!" she cried
M high, nasal tone. "You come at
last. Why, we'd give you up. Step
RICH. in an put your things on the
table. Amt the flies terrible?"
"Sorry, Mrs. Jimson, / couldn't
come sooner, but I've jest ben overrun
with 'gagements," the young man re-
piled, hopping his forehead with his
handkerchief. "An' then 1 knowed
your dotter jest he'd neuralgy-"
''Et's very good of you to come"
the woman interrupted, "an' now make
yerself at home an skuse me tell run
open the room. I'm so 'shamed OF
lettin' you in the kitchen way"
She founced away to prepare the
parlor for the visitors reception. The
young man had seated himself and was
busy opening his bag and diving down
into its depths, when a slight move
ment at the other side of the room at
tracted his attention, and he raised his
eyes. His glance fell upon the face of
a young woman seated by window,
who hitherto had been concealed by
the stove. She had an attractive pro-
file, a clean cut nose, a well rounded
chin, long dark eyelashes, and crown
Of wavy black hair. Her complexion
was one of extraordinary paleness, the
cause of which he quickly realized
when she turned her face toward him
and revealed the other cheek of alb
normal size and redness, giving her
decidedly homogeneous appearance.
"Mary Unison, presume" and the
dentist, rising and bowling politely.
"Never met you before, but have often
heard tell of you"
In reply the girl suddenly clasped
her hands on her swollen cheek and
gave low moan. Doctor Synder
arose and approached her.
"Will you allow me to examine your
jaw" he said with professional air,
as he seized her head and gently forced
it against the high back of the rocker
upon which she sat. He gave the chair
a turn.
"Thet's better now. We hev light.
Will you kindly open your mouth
Now. don't cry; please don't cry; I
won't hurt you"
Helplessly and mutely she obeyed.
Then he firmly held the lower jaw
down with one hand and leaned over
her to make the examination. Sew
eral spasmodic witches of the face
should have warned him that his pa
tient was struggling to speak, but 80
engrossed was he that he failed to
notice them, for he was gazing right
down into her eyes. The imprisoned
jaw twisted violently, but he forced it
down the harder, leaned over farther
aud gazed more deeply, until he
CO lid make out his own image pic
tured there on the retina. What he
saw there caused him to suddenly re-
lease his grasp and stamp his foot in
modification. He had forgotten to
put on tie when he left home that
day.
"It's neuralgy of the jaw" he said
brusquely. "We'll hev ter pull a
tooth"
Mrs. Jimpson entered and found
him unpacking his satchel on the
kitchen table and arranging there
formidable array of instruments. Over
by the window her daughter lay back
in the big armchair, moaning feebly,
her hands clasped over her face and
her eyes following every movement of
the vounor Drofessional man