The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1897-06-11

But though rich, j wasn't hfppy,
being ono Of those fellows, sometimes
onviablo and sometimes 90 be pitied,
Who, having once doaired thing, are
mover happy until they have got Il.
Moreover. my heart bad gone wrong,
what with tho excitement and my
rather raokoiy. desperate way Of hv'
inc laitorly.
Tho fret thing i did ia town, after
greeting tho old folk, was to consult
ola Jensen OF Bart.h 10 nay diamaY
ho agreed that nay heart vas really
very wrong
"What has done it2" he asked
disappointment" 1 replied, care.
leasly, a. my thoughts REQUIRED TO
Bella.
"By the way" no added, "thero's a
downright clever woman specialist i
would strongly advice you 20 foe.
"You say that /" / exclaimed, aston
ished, for the dear old chap knew oil
about my other case, and also had, In
the old time, expressed his contempt
for the FAIR sex as medicine women.
al mean IL, Marrablo, / seriously
assure YOU" no replied, with q Curl
Gus little cough. "She's written a 70.
markable little monograph. Here, /
have Il by me"
Ho showed Il 20 me, and q brief
glance proved that the writer at least
knew her subject. ''Alrs b. Parsons,
NJ. ID. )" was her name.
Then with a shrug / promised Jen-
sen ! would sec the lady Heaven
bless the old chap. And what excellent
luck it was my thinking TO so TO him
for advice.
I was inwardly somewhat amused
the next morning, when / called in
Harley street, and joined q couple Of
demure, middle-aged females in DR..
/ Parsons's waiting room.
In less than half an hour was
something infinitely better than
amused.
"Be so good as to ster this way,
SIT, " said the man, and aud my card
entered Bella's sanctum together.
"Bellap 1 cried, aud "Philip"
cried che, and we we're IN each others
arms before the amazed servant cleared
out o the room.
Il was a tremendous meeting, and
minutes passed before recovered my
sanity. Then with a fresh prick at
that troubled heart of mine, ] ex.
claimed:
"But your husband Good gracious,
what have / done?"
"He is dead" she said. "It was a
wretched business. Ny father had set
his mind on it, and there seemed
nothing for it but to make him happy,
seeing that l could not"
PCon!d not what, Bella?"
"Could not make you believe that
you were happy" she said shyly.
"And your father? Oh, but never
mind now. That is to say for l was
conscious of my meanness), I hope ne
} is well, my darling"
7 "No, Philip; be, too, IS dead"
} I am sorry to say that the news did
not grieve me.
, Then l started and told Bella every
thing, and afterward she told me
. everything. By the time that we had
/ done with our respective histories the
! morning was far spent.
"And now, dearest, you must pre-
D scribe for me-" l said, and related
4. my symptoms.
d But she showed such a sweetly grave
9 face at my words that shufiled out Of
! the role OF patient back into that oil
r lover.
SAT any rate, my Bella, you vii
e now he my liie's physician?" l asked
0 And so she is. We study eacI
}, others hearts-that is the main bust
ness of our two lives. Nor am l nearl,
l. as bad a subject as old Jensen mad
4 out when he sent me where he believed
}, and fully hoped l should lind my cure
e -Cassell's Saturday Journal.