Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1902-04-12

announced.
The air was full of ominous por-
tents. The doctors manner, when
he invited me for the second time to
partake of cold chicken. or pressed
upon me with northern hospitality
the currant cake, was full of certain
protecting pride, while a humbly
conquering expression was in his
eyes when they rested upon me. It
was with E'intention," as the French
say, that he showed me the photo
graph album, full Of aunts and cous-
ms, after tea, and the good doctor
looked quite sentimental when later
on Miss Ada warbled a romance,
with a waltz accompaniment, enti-
tied <"The Love That VIII Never
Fade" I began to feel cold all
down my back.
FIVE times did I get up, cross the
room, engage either of the solemn
Misses Wedmore in feverish CONVEX
sation-I always ended by finding
the doctor at my elbow At last ]
resigned myself to my fate and sat
down to talk to him. | imagined
that the state of drains in the sub
urbs of Northaw would be a safe
subject and one unlikely to lead to
declaration of a tender nature,
but in this, it appeared, I was mis-
taken. We got on to the subject of
fevers, and to convince me on GER
tain point the doctor suggested
reference to one of the medical
books in his surgery. Once inside
the little room, which lay just across
the passage, DR.. Wedmore shut the
door and advanced toward me with
that particular expression which is
so intolerable in young man one
doesn't care for.
I put on my most Indifferent man
ner and inspected with much inter-
est the rows of medical books in
their glass cases.
$50 kind Of you," I said hurriedly
to fill up the dreadful pause, Ito
take so much trouble Most doctors
only laugh at one if one wants to
know any real fact-about your
dreadful trade," | added, with flip
pancy, seeing that the man was not
listening to a word [ was saying,
but was gazing at me as the snake is
popularity supposed to regard the |
sparrow.
''Trouble," he said at last. FHow
can anything be a trouble that is
done for you? I wish you would |
let me tell you how much how
much p
A sharp rap at the door inter-
rupted this speech. A servant came
in.
"Please, sir, Mr.. Brown is very
bad, and Mrs. Brown says will you
come at once and bring some of the
drops, and she hopes you won't be
long"
"A three mile drive" said DR..
Wedmore, with sigh, "and I shall
not see you again tonight" He
5ook my hand and held it fast.
Il will bring the book tomorrow
morning." he said ''Shall I have a
chance Of seeing you alone? Try
% be alone when I come" And,
vrenching nv hand violently. the
loctor disappeared.
<FDaisy," I said hurriedly in the
carriage going home, Il am sorry to
ay, dear, I shall have to go home
~ the 1915 tomorrow. II had
/ telegram just before we came
,ut."
"You had a fddlestick! What
Peggy! Why, you came
O stay month, and you've hardly
oeen twelve days."
||Twelve days! Good heavens!
Why, how has he''-
ooh, it's that, is it? And so you
Lon't like him? Well, I think you
re silly. You might do much
worse. How much better to marry
ONE one like that than some of
our fipperty city men! He's SEN
ible, clever, a good fellow, well off
nd very fond of your
'"The 1915, please, Daisy"
And sure enough, by the 1915 I
7ent. As the fields flew before me
n my rapid journey homeward the
7hole thing seemed like some night
1are from which I had just aWoke.
treat heavens! From what had I
ot escaped? A lifetime of high
ca, suburban gossip and provincial
elf sufficiency, of rose bedecked
oor panels, the novels of Mr.. Rider I
Iaggard and <"The Love That Will
lever Fade"
am very fond of Daisy Drysdale, {
ut it will be a long time before [
gain trust myself to the seductions
f that suburb of Manchester.