The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1881-01-07
miscellaneous.
4 GROWN OF GOLD.

"a light nourishing diet and good wine
that's what she needs said DR. Osborne,
sorrowfully. "Medicinc can do nothing
here"
He spoke sorrowfully because he knew
right well that what he was recommending
was beyond his patients power to obtain,
and his heart Qched for the positive despair
that showed itself in the face OF the listener
A beautiful girl of nineteen or twenty
years, perhaps, upon whose youth the blight
of care and poverty had fallen heavily She
was poorly clad in black, and as she put back
ner dingy veil with white and trembling
hand, her large blue eyes, full ofunshed tears,
roved from the speakers kindly face to the
wasted silent figure on the bed again, with
n whole history of untold anguish in their
depths.
Doctor Charles Osborne, young and tender
of heart, looking into the sad, blue eyes and
falling each moment more deeply in love
with their owner, impulsively answered
their despairing gaze as he might have an
swered spoken words.
81 would to God my means were equal to
my will" II am but poor struggling physi-
clan, as you know, otherwise your mother
would want for nothing"
The young girl blushed vivid crimson sud-
denly, and drew up her slight figure haught-
lily, WIFI lbOh vi OltiNitll DlNlC IL WIS
only for an instant however, the next she
held out her hands to him gratefully, and the
tears in her blue eyes overlooked.
II thank you for your sympathy" she said
simply, land for your constant care, but for
which she might mother eyes were on the
bed and her voice sank low-"she might not
perhaps, have been spared to me this long
For the rest"-with deep sigh-"if there be
any way in the world to obtain it she shall
have wine."
She stood for few seconds, looking after
him, and listening to his football as it echoed
along the bare staircase and hall she let her
face fall down on her hands with n fearless
sob.
Can poverty bring us good gifts ?" she
moaned If so it is only to torture us. In
my poverty true heart has come to me, but
it can never be mine"
Then she went to the poor bare room, clos
ing the door softly after her, and bent above
the sleeping figure on the bed.
"Good food and wine," she murmured,
"and she dies without them. How can get
themR How? Alasr 1t was easier to ask
than to answer that. Everything they pos
sessed that would fetch a dollar had been
Sold and had she not spent almost the whole
of this weary day in trying to obtain work,
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