Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1883-03-29

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"The new old woman?" repeated DR..
Mary, with smile.
THAT is" explained Mrs. Cunning
ham, "she only came last night--a
quiet old soul, half blind and quite bad
with asthma. Perhaps you'd better
Just see her before you go. She brought
card of admission from DR.. Merton,
the New York clergyman who is one Of
our directors, you know. And she
seems decent body enough"
So DR.. Mary went cheerfully to the
little brick-paved room, with its white
pallet-bed, cushioned rocking-chair and
neatly. draped easement, where sat a
poor, shriveled-up woman, wrapped in
fsded shawl.
She looked timidly up as DR.. Mary
came 10, from under the borders of her
cap.
Jpn poor body, miss" said she,
"and Pm sensible I'm making deal
of trouble in the world. But the Lord
don't always take us, miss, when we'd
ike to CO."
"This is the DOCTOR" said Mrs. Cum
ningtam.
The little woman would have risen
up to make feeble courtesy, but Dr.
Mary motioned her to keep her seat.
What is your manner" said she,
pleasantly.
Louise MARROW, miss"
MARROW? That is an unusual name,
isn't it?" said Mary Clarimont, coloring
in spite of herself.
"We're English, mies," said the old
woman, struggling brayely with her
asthma. "There amt many of us in
this country. I've a son, miss, in the
law business, as any mother might be
proud of"
"a sonw echoed Mrs. Cunningham;
"and you in the almshouse?"
"No, that isn't his fault, ma'am,"
the old creature made haste to explain.
MY son IL to be married to fine,
proud young lady, as is fit for any
prince in all the land, and of course he
can't be expected to burden himself
with an old woman like me. He saws
Pm to write and let him know how /
get along; and if Pm sick or anything
he'll try to see me. | sewed carpets
until the asthma, and supported N.Y.
self comfortably. But, of course
could not lay up anything for a rainy
day-who could? And Henry couldn't
help me, for he's getting ready to be
poor lad. So | went to DR.
Merton an asked him did he know
any place where an old woman like
me could end her days in peace. And
ne gave me card to come here and
some money to pay my expenses
God bless himl--anc here | ami
Mary Clarimont has listened quietly
20 the garrulous tale, but the color had
varied in her cheek more than once as
she stood there.
'Is your sons name Harry Marlow2'
she said, slowly aud thoughtfully.
Yes miss, at your service" said
he old woman, with a duck of her
phite-capped head, which meant to do
luty in place instead of the inn possible |
courtesy.
as he like this ?" said DR.. Mary, tax
ng photograph from her pocket"
The old woman. with trembling |
hands, fitted on her iron-bowed specta-
lies, and looked at the picture, uttering |
/ little cry of recognition.
"Sure. miss, it's his own SELF" she
'ried. "You are acquainted with him
them
Somewhat" said DR.. Mary, COM
pos eddy, as she returned the photo
graph to its place. "And now / will
give you something to relieve this diff
Guilty in breathing"
But the old crone eyed her wistfully.
Perhaps you know the young lady
my son is to marry?"
Yes, said DIR. Mary, writing some
hing in her prescription book. IL
nave seen her"
Perhaps, miss" faltered the old
woman, "you would give her my hum
ole duty, and tell her | would Just like |
% look at her for once and see what
she IS like. There is no fear of my
her, miss, for | mean to end
my days here. But would like to see
ner just once. And if it wouldn't be
asking too much, miss, would you
please to write to my son, and tell him
where I am?-for l am no scholar my
self, and Pm his mother after al"
81 will write to him, said DIR. Mary,
quietly ana so she wen. away.
81 never see a lady doctor afore,"
said old Mrs. NARROW, with long
sigh. "But she's pretty creetur, and
it seems good to have her around. |
hope she'll came again SOON"
You may be sure of that, said the
brusquely. OR. Clarmont
amt one to neglect poor people because
they are poor"
That evening Aust 10, frying crul.
lers over the kitchen fire, was surprised
by a visit from her niece, who came in
all wrapped in furs, with her cheeks
crimsoned with the frosty, wintry air.
Bless me, this amt never you!"
said Aunt 10, peering over the rims of
her spectacles.
~ drove over to see you, Aunt j."
said Mary, "to tell you that you were
right. The metal was counterfeit"
Eth? said Aunt 10, mechanically
adling ont the mown, curly crullers,
although she did not look at what she
was doing.
81 have written to Harry MARROW,
canoeing our engagement, said DR..
Mary, calmly, albeit her voice faltered
4 little Wrhp man who will bpa Vt loss