The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1875-11-25
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The words actually tumbled over each
other, but Mrs. Drayton kept very cool.
EEfsSheh as gone away to stay and ;;she
had but one reason for going, and that
one was your constantly manifested ha-
tired toward her. Ifh had been any
thing else under the sun, j should have
insisted upon her remaining; but it was
as hard for meto see you insult her as it
was for her to bear your insults"
insult her? You talk like q crazy
woman, mother. Wonders will never
cease so long as there's one woman alive.
I thought you knew me better than
that" A1i
"You have acted out to her what you
have said to me about her, and I am
more ashamed and grieyed at your con-
duct than I ever thought it possible 1
could be-" 49,. MA
"Miss De Berri was not well, mother"
continued the doctor, taking no noticeof
her reproof.A 'Ands if she's not very
careful she will be down Ill for a long
time. You may not have known that
her health has been very,delicate for the
past six months, but it has, and you'd
better lose no time In bringing her
home" 1870 4" sA~s
Mrs. Drayton POUNDS clue atthisinter-
view to the whole case but she made no
sign-refusing to furnish her son with
the lady's address /; acting precisely as
she had promised Blanche to do.
a few days after this, Mrs. Drayton
was called away most unexpectedly to
Canada, by the illness of her sister. Two
months passed, and during this time DIR.
Drayton was alone, with plenty of time
to think. Never before had he been so
utterly wretched. The light had faded
from his life, and his existence had mar
rowed itself down to a professional tread
mill, out of which all enthusiasm had
fed, he believed, forever.
One morning the postman, with other
letters, left one for his mother which he
felt;sure; was from Blanche. aHe deter
m1nedto open it and find out where she
lived. That she was engaged to. Mr..
Forrest he f~eitsnressl Rehad never for
gotten the flush on her face and the un-
usual brightness Of her eye as she babe
him adieu that night she had attended
the opera with hims sJudge ofthis sur
prise when heSread the following
"MY DEAR FRIEND have been very i'll for
the past six weeks, and every day have longed
so for your coming. They do aa-they can for
me here, but it isn't a bit like home. The doc
tor told me yesterday that he considered my
fsaSes ni ssD n s sa even MTs. ONE p1, fSe Hfs e. Sod death +
have never been happy a moment since my
dear father died, Yesterday sent for a lawyer,
and had all my affairs settled in case anything
should happen. You know / have nobody m
this world but you and yours, 80 I have fixedlt
that way. I wish Doctor John could see
me" (This was the mothers pet name for her
son, and this the poor girl had used in quota
tions. The doctor WINGED, but continued on to
the end Ss.Notwithstanding his hatred and
disgust of me, LIDO want to see him. Perhaps
he could,,do something to help me and know
his kind heart would prompt him to do that for
the most despised Of his patients"
l-A-word or two more, and then the
name, signed in a weak, Struggling style,
and that was all.
When DR.. Drayton reached the house
of his new patient, he was as weak as a
child. ~ TAG
"I Will prepare her" said tho lady,
who met him in the parlor. ss,a'.
"Show me her ROOM That is all you
need do, if you please. I am sent for
professionally So T5ea
"Fhe doctor has come to see you,"
said the attendsnt, opening the door of
the sick-room, and Immediately CLOSING
it again, leaving the two alone.
Aacry of delight came from the bed at
sight of the wellknown features, fol-
lowed by a hysterical sobbing, which he
ffelt very much like joining. Instead of
this, however, he seated himself on the
side of the couch, and, without q word,
drew the tired head on to his arm, and
then looked down, his .countenance ra-
diant with love on to the wan little face.
+ "You are very kind" she sobbed,
forgetfu1 of prophecies, in her great
weakness and need of a friend.
kind! my darling Blanchea" he
love you7 that I have always loved you
never since the first day you came to live
with us?" $3.50
Y aohi Iwisk Thad known it before
tshe answered. i'
ST shall take you home, Blanche, this
very day-home to Thanksgiving, dear.
How thankful I am, tool"
"But, Doctor John, do you not know
that my physician thinks / shall die2"
"He is an old fool. If you die, ]
shall, and I don't look much like it, dc
I, darling?" % o
That night, Blanche De Berri was IL
her old room, Mrs. Drayton sitting OF
the side of the bed, and Doctor John,
with n of the invalid's hands in his,
on the other. IL 1tt,
"But how did it all come about9'i i'm
quired the lady.
"I opened your letter, mother, and
after I had read it, I rushed, and this il
the result. / told her that / had Away
tmade love to her, and she was surprised
that she didn't so Understand me. ; Ths
foolish girl had really believed something
entirely different" 49,
The next day was Thanksgiving, ans
Blanche wasfbrought down to the dining
room, and placed upon the sofa, wher,
Doctor John waited upon her like th,
baby she was. 7as.a.a aigi.
"It's the fashion for all wanderers t.
go home, Thanksgiving, isn't it," sh,
asked, sweetly. "Truly, 1 never fel
that 1 had a home till now."
4 i"It's home where the heart is," sail
Doctor John, in an audible whisper.
"And how about the money r in
quired Mrs. Drayton, ~mischievously.
SCI have never once thought of it" h,
answered, g since 1 read Blanche's letter
and knew she was in danger"
"Thank the Lord !" said the invalid
gratefully.
"Thank the LordP re-echoed Mrs
Drayton.
"Thank the Lord! |" chimed in Doc
tor Johns rich bass. Who shall say tina
this was not genuine Fhanksgivinga