The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-11-21
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 pr. Blake often used the old-fash- toned sswe" when speaking of, or dis xectly addressing a patient. He was big. clean shaved. grey-haired; wore frock coat and top hat carried eye glasses. but rarely looked through them--a physician of the old school. He liked such maxims as "Festina lente. |" Mature is our best ally" Pre- vention is better than cure" etc. and Che only modern characteristic in his practice was that he employed few drugs. Thus he hurried slowly with Lizzie, gave her no nasty draughts or powders, but came regularly to as- certain if she was gaining ground.
 ssWell?" asked the father with in- creasing anxiety, whats wrong?"
 'Nothing organically wrong. You may rest assured of that. Lassitude. Standardization for effort"
 Shall I make her go away for a change? It's about our usual time but she says she doesRt feel up to it?"
 "Allow us a week or two" said pr. Blake, "and then we may be glad of a change of scene; but at present our lassitude stands in the way"
 He was using the ofd-fashioned "we." and meant of course. Lizzie's lassitude, not his.
 We would not go out for walks, we would only loll in our basket chair in the garden; drives in one of the White Hart landaus gave us no pleasure we dreaded the fatigue of a holiday tour, with its crowded table d'hotes. noisy hotel bands. and talkative fellow-pas- sengers in trains and on steamboats. We seemed to care for nothing but to sit with an unread book on our lap while we brooded and dreamed What was the matter with us?
 pr. Blake thought the liver was tndubitably sluggish and suggested rides upon horses.
 Take up riding, Miss Crunden Long, quiet rides. over the hills and far away--do you all the good in the world"
 -oh. no" said Lizzie. q can't ride and there's no one I could ride with"
 Mir. Banker, the riding master just the person. Banker is a splendid dies with him: and they tell me he's very pleasant entertaining cornpan- fon."
 sioh. no: should hate it-
 Very well; we must try somethinbl else"
 Why should she be ailing-pallid. perceptibly thinner. without joy in life? Old Crunden's heart aehed when he thought of it--and that was nearly always He could think of nothing else. Sometimes. as he thought of this trouble. his feeling was akin to an- AEA-~-AA justice of fate. He had spared no ex- pense: he had never grudged her any thing that money or love could buy: he had done all that was humanly possible to earn for her health and happiness He had right to look for hiH reward. and fate was cheating him again. instead of gaiety. brightness. laughter. was showing him pale checks. sad eyes, slow footsteps.
 When people talked to him as he strolled about the town he could not listen to them; he scarcely grasped the main substance of their chatter. Mir SeIby stopped him, and walked with him little way one afternoon.
 Good afternoon. young Crunden. Coin down town?'
 Thls white-haired old man with the ehaky hands and the threadbare black clothes always called him young Crun- desz He was old Crunden to everyone else: but he had been young Crunden. woxking for his father. when Selby was prosperous and the chief rival of crun- den. senior.
 They tell me" said Selby. "some Londoner's going to buy the Hill ia'and.~
 erunden sbitually avoided the old man. wlld Hbuld talk of nothing but his troubles and who depressed ones spirits on the brightest day by the maundering recital of misery past and misery coming. But this afternoon the spirits of the younger man were so low that nothing could bring them lover, and he made no effort to es- cane.
 ssAhw said seIby "Yes-Hill Rise la'and! That's a rich mans ta' ask. Sl,ch tasks are easy If you have the carftaI of your own. Life's easy for the rich men. young Crunden-like a game of ca'ards. Ye can play bold and win if you don't care whether ye win or lose. But they're cruel hard rn ve if you're working with borrowed rnahey. The Bank has driven some cruel ba'argains with me. 'Tis all a duestion how long I can hold out nov.