Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1897-09-18

out ID passtus anu tueH L STU W
work to make money, the only aim
that seemed lift to me.
Under advice frCm Mr.. Grant, /
had already bought good block of
land. now prepared to stock it.
In three years / was worth fl0,-
oe0,an scant joy The knowledge af-
forded me.
This, however, was nothing to
what happened 10 the fourth year.
Gold was discovered all along the
line of our country. and an expert ]
hsd told me was millionaire.
So it proved. After vast deal
OF excitement with fnanciers and
company promoters, I cleared out
Of the country fabulously rich, con-
sidering my antecedents.
But though rich, I wasn't happy,
being one OF those fellows, some
times enviable, and sometimes to be
pi.ied, who, having once desired a
thing, are never happy until they
have got it.
Moreover, my heart had gone
wrong, what with the excitement
and my rather racke'y, desperate
way of living latterly.
The first thing did in town alter
greeting the old folks, was TO con-
suit old Jensen, Of Bart's. To my
dismay he agreed that my heart was
really very wrong.
"What has done it ?'i he asked.
Disappointment / replied, care
lessly, as my thoughts REQUIRED to
Bells.
"By the way he added, there's
a downright clever woman specialist
I would strongly advise you to see."
You say that r / exclaimed, as
tonished, for the dear old chap knew
all about my other case, and also
had, in the old time, expressed his
contempt for the fair sex as medi-
cine women.
81 mean it, Marrable, / seriously
assure you," lie replied, with cur
ious little cough. "Shes written a
remarkable little monograph. Here,
l have it by me"
He showed it to me, and a brief
glance proved that the writer at
least knew her subject. "Mrs. B.
Parsons, NJ. D." was her name.
Then with shrug l promised
Jensen I would see the lady. Heav-
en- bless the Old chap. A3d what
excellent luck it was my thinking to
go to him for advice.
| was inwardly somewhat amused
the next morning, when | called in
Harley street, and joined a couple
of demure, middle.aged females in
DR.. Parsons waiting room.
In less than half an hour l was
something infinitely better than
amused.
BE so good as to step this way,
sir, said the man, and | and my
card entered Bella's eanctum to-
gether.
"Bella y | cried, and 'Philipp
cried she, and we we're in each 9TH
er's arms before the amazed servant
cleared out of the room.
It was a tremendous meeting,
and minutes passed before recov-
cred my sanity. Then with fresh
prick at that troubled heart of mine,
I exclaimed
"But your husbandl Good gra-
clous, what have | done ("
"He is dead, }" she said. at was
wretched business. My father had
set his mind on it, and there seem
ed nothing for it but to make him
happy, seeing that / could not"
'Could not what, Bella 7"
could not make you believe that
you were happy" she said, shyly.
Sand your father? Oh, but new
er mind now. That is to say (for l
was conscious of my meanness), l
hope he is we'll, my darling"
mo, Philip; he, too, is dead
I am sorry to say that the news
did not grieve me.
Then | started and told Bella ey-
erything, and afterwards she told
me everything.
By the time that We had done
with our respective histories the
morning was far spent.
"And now, dearest, yon must pre-.
scribe for me- | said, and / related
my symptoms.
But she showed such a sweetly
grave face at my words that ] shuf-
fed out Of the role of patient back
into that Of lover.
"At any rate, my Bella, you will
now be my LIES physician 2" ask
ed.
And so she is.
We study each Others hearts
that is the main business of our two
lives. Nor am nearly as lad a
subject as old Jensen made out when
be sent me where he believed and
fully hoped | should find my cure.
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