The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1903-05-15

doubt that the electric light illuminated
if it had originated in their neighbor-
hood.
"And you mean to say that a wo-
man started and owns the bitters ?"
questioned Mrs. Bruce, one of it's
warmest adherents.
"Well, I did think it helped me
me about my rheumatism, but it must
have been the medicated flannel"
Having unraveled two-thirds of the
enigma, the good people of Bradford
bent their intellects to solving the
whole.
"Dr. jays Bitters were happy
thought" the clerk at the Mortar and
Pestle's was saying to Rob Marquand,
as young Spencer dropped in for a
glass of soda.
"Tbey say Mrs. Morris has made
her fortune out Of them"
"Who says 50 ?" asked Rob.
''Haven't you heard? She's been
mighty sly, and small blame to her :!
Nobody wants to be- pointed out as
the woman who makes your bitters.
DR.. Morris, it seems, left a recipe
which he used to make for his patients
when there wasn't much allied them
and after he died and they didn't
know which way to turn, Mrs. Morris
put it into the hands of a manufactu-
rer on the halves. But it isn't every
body, you know, who would feel proud
to shoulder patent medicine upon
the public; it isn't aristoratic. You
wouldn't want a bunch of herbs for
your crest. You wouldn't want to
marry into the family
II don't know about that" said
Rob; "but l don't think any one ex-
poets you to do it,
Mr.. Spencer was on his way to visit
Patty, put he turned about in order to
reflect. He did not object to marry
without money, and rather plumed
himself upon the fact, since be had
enough. But what the clerk at Nor
tar and Pestle's had said was quite
true; one did not care to marry into
family made famous by DR.. jays
Bitters. And, therefore, the perfum-
ed note which Patty received the next
week read:
My Dear Pany:-I promised my
mother once, in the days when l be.
lieved no woman would ever touch my
heart, that I would never marry with
out her consent. Having told her Of
our engagement she refuses to sane
tion it; and I, cruelty staid, leave it
to you to say if l shall keep my VOW
to her or follow my own sweet will !?
Always your lover,
"PAUL SPENCER"
The bitters haven't agreed with
him." said Lena, when Patty broke
the news.
"Oh, yes" said Anita, ''they have
cured him."
OF course there was but one reply
possible, and Patty sent it. "He nev-
er could have loved me-" she sighed
mournfully, Tor the patent medicine
could have made no difference"
He never could have loved as Rob
loves you;" Lena ventured.
"Rob?"
Eyes, Rob. The bitters make no
difference with him."
II never thought Of it. But shall
never marry now." And Patty thought
she was quite sincere. But perhaps
there is nothing more soothing to the
acoratcd feelings of Tilted woman
than the existence of another lover
in the background.
It was a year and half later when
Rob brought Patty a foreign letter
from the evening mail. He had start
ed on an errand of his own, and waited
with beating heart while she read the
pages, fearing that he had come on a
fool'n errand after all.
MANY waters cannot quench love,
wrote Mr.. Spencer, sand although /
put the Atlantic between us in ODE
dence to my mothers will. I have
never ceased to regret. Nothing shall
ever come between us again, mein
HeJling the happiness of lifetime is
not to be weighed in the balance with
a stupid unconsidered promise. l
shall leave for America in the next
steamer and the future shall make
amends for the weary months of suffer
ing and heartbreak. l thought I could
live without you. l was mistaken"
ooh, cried Patty, in distress, che
will be here directly.' She had risen
and turned pale. Did she love him
still "He takes everything for grant