Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-08-22

"Oh, [ beg your pardon, DIR. Clair
mont" said she, "but 1 clean forgot the
new old woman"
"The new old woman" repeated DR..
Mary, with a smile.
"That is" explained Mrs Cunning
ham, "she only came last night-a quiet
old soul, half blind and quite bad with
the asthma. Perhaps you'd better just
see her before you go"
She looked timidly up as DIR. Mary
came in, from under the borders of her
cap.
I'm poor body, MISS" said she,
"and I'm sensible I'm making deal Of
trouble in the world. But the Lord
don't always take US, miss, when we'd
like to 60"
"This is the DOCTOR" said Mrs. Gun
bingham.
The little woman would have risen
up to make feeble courtesy, but DIR.
Mary motioned her to keep her seat.
"What is your name?" said she pleas
antly.
Louise NARROW, miss"
MARROW? That is an unusual name,
isn't it?" said Mary Clairmont, color
ing in spite of herself.
Were English, MISS" said the old
woman, struggling bravely with her
asthma. "There amt many of us in
this country. I've son, miss, in the
law business, as any mother might well
be proud Of"
"A son." echoed Mrs. Cunningham,
"and you In the almshouse
"Not that it's his fault, " the old Great
ure made haste to explain. MY son is
to be married to a 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 helpless old
woman like me. He says I'm to write
and let him know how get along, and
If I'm sick or anything, he'll try to see
me. I sewed carpets until the asthma
got hold of me, and supported myself
comfortably. But of course I couldn't
lay up anything for rainy day-who
could? And Harry couldn't help me,
for he's getting ready to be married,
poor lad. So went to DR.. Merton,
and asked him did he know of any de-
cent place where an old woman like me
could end her days in peace. And he
gave me card to come here, and some
money to pay my travelling expenses
Heaven bless him and here I am"
Mary Clairmont had listened quietly
to the garrulous tale, but the color had
varied in her cheek more than once as
she stood there.
as your sons name Harry Marlow?"
she said, slowly and thoughtfully.
"Yes, miss, at your service" said the
old woman, with a duck of her white
capped head, which was meant to do
dnty in place of the impossible court
esy.
"Is he like this?" said DR.. Mary, tax
ing photograph from her pocket.
The old woman with trembling hands
fitted on her iron-rimmed spectacles
and looked at the picture, uttering a
little cry of recognition.
Sure, miss, it's his own SELF" she
cried. You're acquainted with him,
them"
Somewhat" said DR.. Mary, compos-
edly, as she returned the photograph tc
its place.
Perhaps you know the young lady
my son is to marry"
"Yes," said DR.. Mary, writing some
thing in her prescription-book. Il have
seen her."
Perhaps, MISS" faltered the ole
woman, you would give her my hum
lie duty, and tell her l would just like
to see her once, and see what she i:
like. There's no fear of my troubling
her, miss, for [ mean to end my day.
here. But I would like to see her jus
once, miss. Would you please write t.
my son and tell him where I am? for
am no scholar myself, and I'm hi
mother, after all. And if it wouldn'
be asking too much"
I'll write to him." said DR.. Mary
quietly, and so she went away.
Il never see a lady doctor afore,
said old Mrs NARROW, with long sigh
, "but she's pretty creetur, and it seem
good to have her around. Ihope shell
, come again soon."
you may be very sure of that,
said the matron, brusquely. CDR. Clail
' mont amt one to neglect poor peopl
' because they are poor"
t That evening Aunt 10, frying crulle1
, over the kitchen fire, was surprised b
! a visit from her niece, who came in a
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