Tri-State medical journal and practitioner . of good things my patient had ordered for the repast, I fanciedI understood the origin of his gall-stones a little better. Never shall I forget that breakfast. Such viands! Such wine!Such jolly conversation, and—such a beautiful girl! Ah, me! I thought,why did I ever tell papa I was a married man? Really my boy—entrenous you know; dont you ever breathe a word of this to Mrs. Weymouth—for a few moments I forgot that I was a married man! But I was younger thenthan now, and even a loyal heart is but human, and that girl was so beau-tiful! It seemed to
Tri-State medical journal and practitioner . of good things my patient had ordered for the repast, I fanciedI understood the origin of his gall-stones a little better. Never shall I forget that breakfast. Such viands! Such wine!Such jolly conversation, and—such a beautiful girl! Ah, me! I thought,why did I ever tell papa I was a married man? Really my boy—entrenous you know; dont you ever breathe a word of this to Mrs. Weymouth—for a few moments I forgot that I was a married man! But I was younger thenthan now, and even a loyal heart is but human, and that girl was so beau-tiful! It seemed to me that I never saw a woman half so lovely. Such aglorious head of rich dark brown hair, with just enough of that lovelyTitian reddish tinge to make one wonder whether it was not aglow, eyesof hazel, cheeks like the glow of an autumn senset, full red lips thatrecalled sweet Dudus stung by the bee, hands that would have driven anartist mad, a form as majestic as a Junos, and a foot—see here, lad, openthat transom and let in some air!. The Doctors Croesus—Lydston. 601 Ah! my boy, the times that are gone by! thev are always—but Imustnt grow sentimental. I know not how long we sat at table that morning, but I do knowthat that breakfast is one of the brightest memories of my somewhat com-monplace career. But all pleasant things must have an ending, and that memorablemeal was no exception to the rule. Miss Throckmorton had just touchedher glass of wine to mine, saying, And now, my dear Doctor Weymouth,let us drink to our better acquaintance, when— Chicago! Chicago!— See hyah, boss, aint yo all gwine ter git up—Bin shakin yo foa plum hoir, sah—Done pass de city limits half hou ago. I said nothing when Doctor Weymouth had finished his story; Icouldnt just then. I merely wiped away the saliva which, despite mybest efforts, was slobbering over my chin. When I finallv came to I said,4D n! Doctor Weymouth helped me on with my overcoat and I fain would have thanked him,
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