Our Novelettes.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1523, 19 March 1886, Page 4

Our Novelettes.

THE RIVAL DOCTORS.

(Continued.)

" Can't you guess what I want you to five me ? Something fair, and tmc, and talented —something living, broathing, and loving— Dot tor Laud!" " Don't call nic that"

" Kissie, my little darling, my own love, what I want is yourself! Don't look so startled, drarest. Surely you must, have gueesed something of my secret. Remember, yon have promised yourself to me; you cannot break your word.'* The doctors, no longer rivals, look at each other for a few moments in silence. His ejes nrc full of manhood's yearning tenderness, her's flush the gladness of a mni l's life-poem to his joyous consciousness, then flutter and droop as though they had never restod on aught n.ore brain-bewildering than Miss Danver's favourite Belgrnvian novelettes. " Kissie, my darling, it cannot be true about John Groshain? He is not more thau a friend to you ?" ! " lie has been such a good friend." Clive North cote is silent; a vison of cruel, malignant thoughtlessness in the past rises to his memory. How can ho expect forgiveness and forg> tfulncss of all the oppression ? So he hns, he is a good mnn, lam sure. I am very far from such, yet you would have taught me. Heaven bless y<>n, little one! I must bear it, as it may not be. 1 ' "Doctor Northcote !" Tho shy voice recalls him as ho moves to leave hor, her lips are trying to frame a sentence, and ho catches —" keep my promise." "My darling, break it if you are not willing. But, if you lovo no other, and think you can ever learn to like me, why, then, come to me in pity and forgiveness—come to me, to bo the dear treasure ef my life !" And Doctor Kii'sie comes to his arms iu the sunshine M. 8. M.