The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1895-02-26


trees. They stopped moment when
break in the hills gave them n
glimpse of their destination in the
marrow 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 n tide in tho affairs of men.
which, takcn nj the fool leads on to for
tune"
quoted the young man, adding, mus
singly: 81 wonder if any tide in
yon group of shantes will sweep us
on to fortune Things are at low
cbb with us now"
The girl-wifo made no reply, but,
taking advantage of their standstill.
she made what she felt to be an all
important change in her toilet. Draw
ing forth slightly battered band
box, she replaced her big shade hat by
very staid and sober bonnet. which
so failed of the desired matronlv eff
feet that the husband hurriedly logged
his horse TO II fresh start, lest he be
called upon to pass Judgment on IL
lace made still more blooming by the
contrast.
To tell the truth, after graduating
with high honors from the good old
State University, DR.. Thomas Nelson,
aged twenty three, had done two
hasty, imprudent things: One was to
marry olihand dear little school Girl,
whom two thirds of the town still re-
membeIed as famous romp and scat
terbrain in short dresses; the other
dubious step was to settle down TO the
exercise of his profession in the same
community where both of them lived
from babyhood.
Hosts of friends and relatives took
the deepest possible interest in "Tom-
mics" cases and "dear Kittie's" house
keeping, but somehow under the fell
sway.Of aches and pains, their affection
waned to such nm extent that it con Id
be revived only after q 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 u years
trial Of such dry fare, the Nelson's set
out TO try their fate among total
strangers. Their gonl was n mush-
room town, whose rapidly increasing
population was still left to tho tender
mercics of an antiquatcd quack. very
well acquainted with Therapeutics MS
tested through the medium of black
bottles.
In tho chill, autumn twilight, the
newcomers drove up to the long, low
tavern, relic of stagccoach times,
standing ont prominently among the
newer, boN-likc houses which looked
so like peas IN pod that the obscr.
want, quick-cycl doctor found him
self vainlY searching for some distin-
gushing mark. and wondering If Inc
should over manage 90 know where
his patients lived. Thcstrccts seemed
quite dcscrtcd, and the tavern unfrc
quentci, making the doctor blue will
something worse than cold
a warm supper and roaring fire
succeeded i'm cheering the travellers {,
faint interest in the chatty land
lorJ'5 condolences as 10 the communItl
nt large, and the bibulous old doctOl
in particular Thcy were bcginnin.
81 feel comfortably cozy and sleepy
when sloucby in kcmpt IrishmoI
fhu0lcd awkwardly into tho dinin.
room, saying that Inc wanted the noy
doctor
"Jh, go along with you, Mike =
said tho tavern keeper, unwilling t.
lose his nppreciative audience.
'It's mo ould woman, insisted til
man. 'Shc's that bad that / b.
thinkin' it's sthrokc ARA wurr
have ] had the day, md see that gil
o. tongue since ] furst saw her. Bidd.
O. I,ly, in the oull couuthry."
LCsIdes be Dg very tired, the docto