Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1916-12-28
Making
A Match
1t Was Done on Prac.
teal Principle.
By ELIN0R MARSH

OSVVVVVVVVVVV
Bob Wynkoop was the only son Of q
mother who dotted on him and who
was especially fearful that he would
make Il misalliance. One day Bob fell
i'll, and his mother was obliged to send
for nurse to attend him. The young
woman was comely, aud Mrs. Wyn-
koop was troubled.
Doctor" said Mrs. Wynkoop when
DR. Sloane was about to leave after q
visit of her son, "how is he this morn.
ing:'
The fever has not yet left him, and
he is still very weak. By the by, Mrs.
Wynkoop, there is warning l desire
to give you. l know that you are par
ticular us to whom your son shan
marry. My experience is that sick
man attended by Il nurse, seeing no one
else. having every need gratified BY
her, is liable to fall in love with her.
have had many patient who has
married his nurse, sometimes-I may
say acknowledgements the wishes of hin
Sanity"
'1'hank you for the hint, doctor. Miss
Wadsworth is very pretty girl, bus
not one whom would choose for Q
daughter-in-law. l shall attend to thu
natter
I'm that case would do so at once.
Convalescence is the period OF danger"
The doctor departed, and Mrs. Wyn.
koop gave herself up to thought. The
wife she desired for her son was q
young woman of common sense and
very practical. She was not beautiful
indeed. she was considered homely-
but what she lacked in beauty she
made up in character. Miss Edith
Tweed, the young lady referred to,
had never met Bob Wynkoop and he
was unconscious of her existence.
Bob's mother had considered bringing
them together, but had TINS far taken
no steps to effect that purpose. The
DOCTORS warning had given her an
idea. She called on Miss Tweed and
said to her:
MY dear, l am aware that you have
no fortune and that you are looking for
position. / have one in view for
you."
"Nhat is it, Mrs. WynkoopT
THE wife of my son Robert"
: Good gracious
II am a practical woman and %
are You. I wish my son to marry ana
l don't wish him to marry doll. I
wish his wife to be woman Of good
hard horse sense. Ten to one unless
manage to make match for him
Instead of permitting him to make one
for himself he'll fall into the hands Of
some little fool or some designing wo.
man who will make life hot for him.~
Tut will your son permit you to
choose for him."
"Not by any means. / have plan.
He is recovering from an illness and
about to enter the convalescent stage.
The doctor has told me that men pa
tents are prone to fall in love with
their nurses. l intend to discharge the
nurse who has been attending him
and | desire you to take her place."
Miss Tweed, being young woman
taken aback at this proposal as was
to have been expected. She made no
immediate reply to the proposition, but
seemed to be turning it over in her
mind. Mrs. Wynkoop went on:
Robert, will say-being his mother
should not say it's very estimable
young man. He has no bad habits, is
IL taI To n; T
believe would make any good woman
an excellent husband. He has hun
slred thousand dollars in his own right
and will inherit hundred thousand
dollars from me-"
Mi S Tweed after further consilara-
zion said.
Mrs. Wynkoop, what you are saying
is very complimentary to me- This is
virtually proposition to pay me two
hundred thousand dollars for-what?'
For Your character. common sense
and such other qualities as will con-
spire to make a good wife, and the
price is altogether inadequate"
One morning Bob Wynkoop found
himself lying in bed with that sensa-
ton Of relief which comes with the
dawn of convalescence. He had been
too i'll to notice his nurse, and now
was the first time that he had any
idea of her appearance. The only thing
he noticed about her was that she had
no pretense to beauty. Seeing him
looking at her with something akin to.
interest, which indicated that he was
better thanfshe had been, she went to
him, gazeds down upon him sympa-
thetically. s1aid her soft hand on his
forehead, then took his wrist between
her thumb and fingers. Having made
note of his condition, she said:
Would you like some nourshmentT'
Eyes"
What do you think would taste
good?"
A slice of rare roast beef" !
fear that would be too hearty for
you just now. Shall 1t be cereal with
cream, a soft boiled egg or baked
potato:'
"All three"
Miss Tweed left the room and re-
turned with cup Of bouillon.
A week passed. One morning when
bright sun shone in through the win.
dows Bob had had his breakfast and
with his head raised on pillows was
about to peruse the morning paper, ]
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