Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-15
THE EVENING STORY.
A "Wukkus" Wooing.
BY G. B. BURGIN..

| and she as assistant mistress at Miss
Pontifex's select academy for seiec,
young ladies. selected by Miss PontifeS
| herself. with view to the paying ca
pacities of their select parents. Miss
| Pontifex was a good-hearted. shrewd
woman Of business, and had a warm nk-
ing for her blue-eyed, fair-haired assist
| ant, who, in spite Of her extraordinary
certificates, which vouched for her posses
sing every accomplishment under the sun
was n sweet, charitable girl, ever ready
| TO help the poor and suffering; although
hsT salary was not nelrly so large rs
Miss Poutlfex lot people believe.
Miss fontihH at first dcnlurrcd at hav-
ing 9TH. wukkus doctor to attend &c
her select young ladies, hut when She
learned that Dr. DE Nlguc was the. eldest
son. of old Sir Claude De Vigne, she In
sensibly relaxed, and said that Il was
easy TO see how blood" told. In conse-
fouence OF this favorable opinion. Dr.. De
Vigne was admitted TO the academy and
cured Miss Pinnifer's sore throat In do.
ing this he displayed such constant zeal
and devotion, even coming three times
day to see Miss Pinnifer "gargle II prop
erly. that Miss Pontifex. although appre-
hensive as to the amount OF the DILL
The dark, handsome young doctor was
new to his duties at the workhouSe, an
appointment which went with the prac-
tice purchased for him by his father.
The young doctor soon became a faF-
orite with the habitues of the workhouse
and, 10 his great delight, found that Miss
Pinnifer never missed paying a visit To
the old women OF Saturday afternoons
After this discovery. Saturday became the
most exciting day in the week for him
lodged a formal complaint against MISS
Pinnifer and requested that she Should
be denied admission.
Are you out of your senses, Mrs
Jones? Miss Pinnifer is the most popular
visitor we have Indignantly exclaimed
DR. De Eigne.
MAY be, sir Mrs. Jones .sternly
opened her hands Each hand contained
the wing Of n chicken y found then
under Betsy Pringle's pillow after Miss
Pinnifer had gone" she explained.
We'll. what of it,!
You're new to the work. sir" Mrs.
Jones favored him with stony stare.
.sOr you'd know visitors are strictly for
hidden tn bring food into the wards"
How do you. know Miss Pinnifer
brought it,
"Thc cook at the academy is friend
OF mine, sir; and she tells me Miss I'm
infer orders roast chicken for lunch every
Saturday. She has the most awful appe-
tite Saturdays sir. Eats as much tnefl
as she does all the rest of the week put
together"
Il really don't see that We need discuss
Miss Pinnifer's appetite, Mrs Jones.
"Weu sir. when il comes to one young
lady eating a whole chicken at "a meai
it does look strange, unless you ma OUT
she only eats the legs and smuggies III
the rest of 1t for Betsy fringe an s',, n e
and all 1 can get out of her Is that
must have been dreaming. -Sne. says she
hasn't tasted fowl for twenty years, an9
she'd die with thankfulness II she couid
see one Il makes her neaFt oieeo oven
To hear a rooster crow. -
Mrs Pringle is quite pos1nVe!
quite sir. She's the most o"dacious
old Ii
not report the matter TO the poaru.
look into IL myself. ~,
Mrs. Jones shifted and Withdrew Ihe
Young doctor smiled. The dear, sweet
girlr' he said. And IT was 10 De pre-
sumed that he was not referring 10 MIS-.
Jones, who. though she Mas tea atra,ob ' ~
nrice could not by the widest strelch OF
- ,inption he called either sweet or
eTbe doctor went thoughtfully into the
wards. and unconsciously founo hiihsei1
facing Mrs. Prinele's bed. ,
When Mrs. Pringle saw him coming,
she pretended to be asleep, ana snoreu
loudly. ia sours
what a pity the poor old sou!
asleep" the doctor softly remarheu.
VS. inst going to ask here whether sne
would like to have glass OF port every
day" p-;,o ;,,me-
diately opened her eyes and eratlNeu
smile spread over her Wrin nsaen o to hear
NAT doctor DEAR" she said shameiessly.
"It.s real kind of you to take pity on
pore old CONAN like me, and NOT pay
any attention TO that Jingiing cat OIL
The doctor liked Mrs. Pringle. who
had made a gallant fight against adver-
sity and never grumpled was IL MISS
pinnifer brought the chicken he ASKED
quizzically. .,. - ,e,
von doctoro" anxiously inquired Mrs.
Pringle. 90 fona
of saving, between you and me ana t,ie
hednost Mrs Pringle, ii I weren't afraid
of Mrs Jones I'd bring you some chicken
Mrs. PrinGle. treasured. sat up in the
bed ct was that dear angel. EVERY
saturday she eats the legs and always
brings me the wings and the best part
Of the breast. I'd just finished the
breast and tumblcd of to sleep when
that ingling Jones cat must have seen
me put the wings under my pilier. Moaio
you mind reachin' me down that photo
graf from the shelf over my head, sir!
The doctor leaned over the bed and
TOOK down the photograph. Then, he
started. why. it's Miss Pinniter". ;.
"Yee. sir. Her own blessed self. Ain
she a beauty? She ought 70 be real
| Iady and not 20 slavin' away teachin a
| lot of schoolgirls.
! II quite agree" The doctor could not
take his eyes off the photograph. She S
the most beautiful girl I've ever seen"
| Mrs. Pringle looked at him cunningly.
An inspiration seized her. I've heard
| tell rs an unmarried doctor, specially II
he's young sir. don't get on any too
well. Don't you think go. sir?
II don't think: l know But thls ism
/ business"
The doctor produced stethoscope and
solemnly sounded Mrs. Prtnsle's heart.
II amt took very bad. am J, doctorz
| she asked anAiously.
| The doctor FASTENED TO reasSure her.
| yours is one OF those peculiar cases
which ought to be In the intirmary. We
m,,st keep up your strength with jellies
| and things IT you can bear IL. III have
| you moved this very afternoon
\ The apprehensiyc look in Mrs. Prlngle
eyes suddenly gave way 10 perfect COM
prehension: she winkcd.
| "Tu do my best to put UP with II IL
you think it's for my good. sir.
The doctor absently continued 10 gaze
NJ the photograph.
"Would YOU mind takin' care Of IL for
me- sir?' asked Mrs. Pringie. If you
don't I know the JinglinS Cat III sneak
| il when I'm asleep"
But what would Miss Pnnifer say if
she knew
! "I,or' bless you. sir. you know the one
you gave me Of yourself for my birth
day
Eyes. What Of it,
| IT was afraid the JinglinS Cat 'ud