The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-01-24

his death Your beauty ought to be soma
sort of compensation to you, dear I was
fairly staggered by it. Aunt Nell has done
wonders for y0u. &.
Eyes. Aunt Nell andsher tailor
"Well anyway you will do your best to
captiyate my doctor, won't you?''
ooh, he's like all the rest-diplomatic, abb
solutely in good form. cultiyating only those
in high places with one eye on the god
Mammon the typical physician in ordinary
to sweldom. A beautiful tactful we'll
gowned wife would be of assistance to him.
Would she be anything more? Has he any
heart under that well groomed. well tailored
exterior?"
barbara, we might just we'll look upon
this question dspassionately, for we both
know how necessary it is for you to marry
and marry. well.''
Barbara went TO the end of the biazza and
stood looking out at the hills for moment
She returned smiling
NOW III be good she said softly 'and
l Al do my best to .captivate your stupid old
doctor. You mustn't mind my calling him
that, dear for he is stupid. But oh, Molly,
| If ever meet Love face to face what explain
alton will he de1nand?"
Mrs. Ware could not reply She stared into
space with so melancholy an expression that
Barbara laughed by9way of diyerting her,
Her sister looked up alarmed by the mis-
ehievous look in her eyes. Barbara" she
said entreatngly,-'s'if he falls in love with
you, you will not throw him over, will you,
darling? He might go off and shoot himself
and if Aunt Nell should hear of-of-,his death
and lay it to your doings-''
Shed never hear of it. We" darby
"we'd bury him out in the potato patch and
| never diyulge the, awful secret. But really,
| my dear, you do not know doctors. They
| never kill themselves If they are disappointed
| in love. They always take it out on their
| charity patients. -
| Mrs. Ware sighed patiently. ST don't know
| that he has any charity patients.
! Just so,', SAID Miss Dillman, with hnality.
I'm make him bring me face to face with
| enc or prove him too fond of catering to the
rich to do charitable work among the poor"
| 1t was brought about during one of the
many drives that Miss 1Dillman and the doc
tor had together in the weeks that followed.
| Doctor she began artfully, ''haye you
any charity patients-left?'
| "Left?' he echoed, puzzling over that SEEM
ing afterthought. 81 have scme. Why?"
/ Would you-er-take me to call upon
one:'
( ''Wourld you really go?'' he asked looking
at her ayerted face with a passionate light
| in his eyes. -
| Yes, of course I would she said de-
murey.
This is good of you,'' he said unsteadily
and turned at once into side street crowded
Serves me right she thought with an
r, inward laugh, as she followed him into the
small. ill-smelling room. Faith without
sight should have sufTiced for me-
l wailing cry greeted their ears. A young
| Italian woman was bending over a child
There was a heartbreaking look in the face
she raised to them barbara seated herself
graciously. AS the doctor bent over the little
patient the child held IN its arms. to him,
and he lifted it tenderly to his breast talking
in grooming tones to it. The small hand fee
bly, Datted his face. and he held it there
against his cheek. He had forgotten all else,
(even the woman he loved.
I Barbara felt strangely isolated Somehow
a breath of tragedy haa blown across her
little comedy, Gliding it and her
5"stupid-stupid-stup she repeated. with
miserable seif-reproach, as she awaited him
outside in the fresher air. Barbara Dill
man, if you've spark of decency, apologize
to him for that ward''
They drove into the woods in silence, he
grave and she for the first time in her life
| all adrift from her worldly self.
''Will it live?' she faltered at last, trying
not to wink lest tear fall.
Il fear not" he said sadly. and looked at
her just as the tear fell. A great change
swept over him. He bent lower, Thank God
for that tear, Barbara. he said huskily.
- She struggled wildly, but hopeIessly, for
1 her usual GOODNESS. Stupid, but
my heart and soul yours, dearest. Is
there any hope for me-" AS his hand closed
over hers peadingly the other tear splashed
i down on his glove. His clasp frightened.
..Speak to me- Barbara he entreated.
IF you were not so-so-stupid-stup
| but-bnt-'' And as she paused a beautiful
color rushed over her face.
''But what?'' he demanded. ..-.s .
l "Dear!' she said TREMENDOUSLY, but with a
, laugh like music. - a-