The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-01-17

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trees. They stopped n moment when
a break in the hills gave them n
glimpse OF their destination III the
narrow valley below. The struggling,
hastily built village near the recently
discovered coal beds of that region
was not calculated to excite either
hope or admiration.
There is a tide in tho Affairs Of mon,
Which. taken at the lool, leads on to for
tune"
quoted the young man, adding, mus.
singly: ''l wonder if any tide in
yon group of shanties will sweep us
on to fortune. Things are at low
ebb with us now."
The girHUife ie nUrepiy, but.
taking advantage of their standstill.
she made what she felt to he an all.
important change in her toilet. Draw.
ing forth slightly battered band
box. she replaced her big shade hat by
a very staid and sober bonnet, which
so failed of the desired matronly ef-
feet that the husband hurriedly logged
tis horse to fresh start, lest he be
called upon TO pass judgment on "A
face made still more blooming by tho
contrast.
10 tell the truth, after graduating
with high honors from the good old
state University, DR.. Thomas Nelson,
aged twenty.throe, had done two
TASTY, imprudent things: Oue was to
marry ohhand dear little school girl,
whom two-thirds OF the town still re.
membeied rs n famous romp and scat
ferbrain in short dresses; the other
dubious step was to settle down to the
exercise OF his profession III the same
community where both Of them lived
from babyhood.
Hosts of friends and relative, took
the deepest possible interest in "Tom.
mics" cases and "dCar Kittie's" house
keeping, but somehow under the fell
swaytOf aches and pains, their affection
waned to such an extent that 1t cou Id
be revived only after sight of the
regular practitioner, man of age and
experience. No young couple, how
ever economical, can manage to exist
on good wishes alone, so after years
trial of such dry fare, the Nelson's set
out to try their fate among total
strangers. Their goal was n mush-
room town, whose rapidly increasing
population was still left to the tender
morcies Of an antiGuatel quack, very
well acquainted with Therapeutics as
tested through the medium OF black
bottles.
In the chill, autumn twilight, the
newcomers drove up to the long, low
tavern, relic OF stagocoRch times,
standing ont prominently among the
newer, bOx.like houses which looked
20 like peas in pod that the obser-
want, quick.oyed doctor found him
scf vainlY searching tor some distin-
gushing mark, and wondering if he
should ever manage TO know where
his patients lived. The streets seemed
quite deserted, and the tavern unfre.
quented. making the doctor blue with
something worse than cold.
\ warm supper and n roaring fire
succeeded in cheering tho travellers TO
Il faint interest in the chatty land
lords condolences as to the community
at large, and the bibulous old doctor
i'll particular. They were beginning
to feel comfortably cozy and sleepy,
when q slouchy, ill.kempt Irishman
shuilled awkwardly into the dining
room, saying that he wanted the new
doctor.
"Oh, so along with you, Mike I"
said the tavern keeper, unwilling to
lose his appreciative audience.
"lts me ould woman," insisted the
man. ''She's that bal that / be
thinkin' it's sthroke. ARA wurrd
have l had tho day, and see that glib
o tongue since l furst saw her, Bid2y
O'.,iely, in the ould country"