Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1883-01-06


woman like me. He says I'm 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
got hold of me. and supported myself
comfortably. But of course | couldn't
lay up anything for a rainy day-wh0
could? And Harry couldn't help me-
for he's getting ready to be married
poor lad. So / went to Doctor 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 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.
'Is your sons name Harry MarlOw?"
she said, slowly and thoughtfully.
eyes, miss, at your SERVICE" said the
old woman, with duck of her white
capped head, with was meant to do duty
in place of the impossible courtesy.
rs he like thisY said Doctor Mary,
taking photograph from her pocket.
The old woman with trembling hands
fitted on her iron-rimmed spectacles and
looked at the picture, uttering little
cry of recognition.
"Sure, miss, it's his own SELF" she
cried. "YOu're acquainted with him,
thenw asa gT'7E
somewhat" said Doctor Mary, com
posedly, as she returned the photograph
to its place. wv ~ @aA
perhaps you know the young lady
NV cOn ia IN marrVpV
''Yes," said Doctor Mary, writing
something in her precription-book. 81
have seen her." ~
perhaps, MISS" faltered the old wO-
man, you would give her my humble
duty, and tell her would just like to
see her once. and see what she is like.
There's no fear of my troubling her,
miss, for mean to end my days here.
But would like to see her just once,
miss. Would you please write to my
son and tell him where am? for l am
no scholar myself, and Pm his mother
after all. And if it wouldn't be asking
too much"
"Pll write to him." said Doctor Mary,
quietly, and she went away.
81 never see lady doctor afOre," said
old Mrs. NARROW, with long sigh; "but
she is pretty creature and 1t seems good
to have her around. She will come
again sOOn."
"YOu may be sure of that" said the
matron, brusquely. doctor ClairmOnt
amt one to neglect poor people because
they are poor
That evening Aunt 10, frying crullers
over the kitchen fire, was surprised by a
visit from her niece, who came all
wrapped in furs, with her cheeks Grim
sOned with the frosty wintry air. 9t
"Bless me! this amt your" said Aunt
10, peering over the rims Of her specta-
cles.
81 drove over to see you, Aunt JO,"
said Mary, ito tell you that you were
right. The metal was counterfeit"
"Eh?" said Aunt 10, mechanically
ladling out the brown curly, crullers, al
though she did not look at what she was
doing. "a.
Thave written to Harry NARROW, can
ceiling our engagement" said Doctor
Mary, calmly, albeit her voice faltered
little. "The man who will heartlessly
let his poor old mother 60 into an aims
house, sooner than take the trouble to
maintain her, can be no fit husband for
any woman"
And then she sat down by the fire and
told Aunt 10 everything; for grabbed,
crusty old Aunt 10 had been like a
mother to her and the girls heart was
full to OverfiOwing.
When she had ceased speaking Aunt
10 nodded her head.
"You have done well and wisely" said
she.
Old Mrs. NARROW died that winter in
Aldenbury almshOuse, with her head on
Doctor Mary ClairmOnt's arm, and never
knew that her garrulOus confession had
deprived her son of his promised wife.
And Mary says, quietly and resOlutely,
that her profession must be husband and
home to her henceforward.