Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1895-09-19

hgh-ciasS British medical consuitanI
OF the age Of nifty, or perhaps Just q
year or two older.
The doctor, in his hey-day, had been
cool over great things, but now, In hiE
retirement, he was fussy over trlheG,
The man who had operated without the
culver OF a finger, when not only hie
patients life. but his own reputation
and future were at stake, was now
shaken to the soul by mlslald book or
careless maid. lie remarked II hims
self, and knew the reason. when Mary
was alive" he would say, "she stood
between me and the little troubles. I
could brace myself for the big ones.
MY girls are as good as girls can be,
but who can know man as his wife
knows him" Then his memory would
conjure up a tuft of brown hair and
single white, thin hand over cover
let, and he would feel, as we have all
felt, that II we do not live and know
each other after DEATH then indeed we
are tricked and betrayed by all the
highest hopes and subtlest intultions Of
our nature.
The doctor had his compensations to
make up for his loss The great scales
OF fate had been held on a level for
him; for where in all great London
could one find two sweeter girls, more
loving, more intelligent, md more SYM
pathetic than Clara and Ida Walker?
So bright were they, so quick, 80 inter-
ested In all which interested him, that
II 1t were possible for a man to be COM
pensated for the loss Of a good wife
then Balthazar Walker might claim to
be 80.
Clara was tall and thin and supple,
with a graceful, womanly figure. There
was something stately and dlstln-
guished in her carriage, "queenly" her
friends called her, while her critics de-
scribed her as reserved and distant.
Such as 1t was, however, 1t was part
and parcel Of herself, for she was, and
had always from her childhood been,
different from any one around her.
There was nothing gregarious in her
nature. She thought with her own
mind, saw with lDr own eyes, acted
from her own impulse. Her face was
pale, striking rather than pretty, but
with two great dark eyes, so earnestly
questioning, so quick in their transit
lions from joy to pathos, so swift in
their comment upon every word and
deed around her, that those eyes alone
were to many more attractive than all
the beauty Of her younger sister. Hers
was strong, quiet soul, and 1t was her
firm hand which had taken over the
duties Of her mother, had ordered the
house, restrained the servants, comfort
ed her father, and upheld her weaker
sister, from the day of that great mis-
fortune.
Ida Walker was a hands breadth
smaller than Clara, but was a little
fuller In the face and plumper in the
figure She had light yellow hair, mis-
chievous blue eyes with the light Of
humor ever twinkllng In their depths,
and large, perfectly formed mouth,
with that slight upward curve Of the
corners which goes with a keen appre-
citation Of fun, suggesting even in re-
pose that latent smile Is ever lurking
at the edges Of the lips. She was mod
ern to the soles of her dainty little
shoes, frankly fond Of dress
and Of pleasure, devoted to tennis and
to comic opera, delighted with a dance,
which came her way only too seldom,
longing ever for some new excitement,
and yet behind all this lighter side Of
her character a thoroughly good,
healthy minded English girl, the life
and soul Of the house. and the idol Of
her sister and her father. A peep into
the remaining villa and our introduce
lions are complete.
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