The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1902-03-19
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The provincial young man has
never possessed any ATTRACTIONS for
me, and it Is certain TIE. e T had
not gone up north to stay With
Daisy Drysdale I shosld never have
known SO well such q striking spec
linen of the type as DR.. Wedmore.
He was q stontiah young man 81
thirty-two, with nondescript fea-
lures and slow, portentous man
uer. He had o large and increasing
practice in the bubhrh of Ncrthaw,
where his medical blill was in con-
slant request among the spinsters
and widows Of that somewhat damp
and chilly neighbofhood. So high
ly esteemed were his services in the
sickroom that these ladies would
send for him at all honra Of the day
or night until tho good doctor IN.
self defense took to sending his red
haired assistant to some Of his more
fragrant malades imaginaires.
Daisy Drysdale's husband was a
manufacturer III a saudehester, and,
Like other manufacturers, he Lived
as far away from the factory chin
neys of that thriving city as posi-
BILE. So his brand new red brick
mansion lay on the other side of the
suburb of Northaw, ard the society
of Northaw supplied nearly all Mrs.
Drysdale's intellectual recreation.
Poor Daisyl How she missed the
cityl She had genius for giving
little dinners, but Of what use was
that, seeing tho component elements
of which her parties were to be
henceforth composed2 Still she was
not to be baf1ed, and Mrs. Drysdale
constantly entertained. The night
after arrived one Of these dinners
was given in my. honor, and I was
sent down to the dining room with
DR.. Wedmore.
I shall not easily forget that night.
Accustomed to the manifestly insin-
cere gushings of London young men,
I was astonished at the naive man
ner in which this country Hscula-
Plus tried in vain to hide his sudden
admiration. It came out in every
word and look. It was case of
Glove at first sight" on the part of
DR.. Wedmore. Before I left the din
ner table he had offered to lend me
horse, proposed that he should
drive me to q meet ten miles off and
expressed wish that I should know
his three sisters.
But the next time I saw him nv
head was tied up in flannel shawl
and my throat was so swollen I.
could hardly speak. The doctor had
been called In professionally. The
climate Of Manchester had been too
much for me, and I was down with q
malignant sore throat.
The doctor came every day, and
once he came twice, to work a pat
ent inhaler and paint my throat
with some mysterious compound.
He constantly changed the treat
ment. It was as II he could never
do enough. He even used to bring
me flowers and who ever heard Of
doctor taking his patient flowers?
Daisy was convnlsed with amuse-
ment. She said that when ahe vas
Ill she sometimes used to have to
send for Dr.. Wedmore two or three
tDues before he appeared, he was so
busy.
At the end of week I was better, 4
and in ten days was quite well. /
really felt very grateful, for I knew
that the doctor had saved me by his
constant care from dangerous ILL
ness. I wonder il he took my graf
itude for something stronger?
Anyway, as I told Christina when
she scolded me for tho whole affair,
1t was not my fault. hadn't fallen
in love with DR.. Wedmore; that's !,
all. q. - 8.
The thing came quickly to q cri-
BIS. We were all invited 20 spend an \
evening at the doctor's hotse. In
the north they have a mysterious
meal called thigh tea,1 which is ar,.
source Of no little COM
fort and even Of self righteousness.
1t enables the partakers thereof to
allude witheringly to the habit OF
Tate dinners, indulged In by the In
habitants OF the south. And do. IL
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