Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1885-10-28

throw MP my job. when a tree fell on
mo, and here ber'
Jane Cary only said. II am so sorry.
Sam"
There was nothing else to be said
She had advised and expostulaled with
Sam all Of his life. She felt that her
efforts heretofore had been in vain, and
that words in Sans case would only be
wasted.
DIR. Crawford. the surgeon, watched
her as she quietly moved about doing
such things as were necessary for her
injured brothers comfort. There are
some people, and Jane Cary was one of
them, whose high qualities enable them
to meet the contingencies of life calmly,
and who have clear vision as to che
best methods OF dealing with them. As
the sister planned the removal of the
patient that afternoon, and talked over
the probabilities and possibilities of his
case, the surgeon could not help con-
trasting her strength of character with
that of the weak, vaccillating brother.
Zone of the women whom Emerson
speaks OF, who do not need to lean. but
to clasp hands in the journey of life,"
upon Jane Cary, as she stood before
him.
would 1t be convenient for you to
superintend my brother's removal in
person, DR.. Crawford" she asked.
81 can arrange to do so, II you de-
sire it, Miss Cary" he replied.
81 think it best II you can do so with
out interfering with your duty toward
your other patients, was her rejoinder.
Sam Cary bore the journey we'll, bet
ter than DR.. Crawford anticipated, but
he had sustained compound fracture,
and it was going to be long pull, the
surgeon said.
Days and weeks went on. The sew
ing machines click, click, click, was
heard from early morn until late at
night, but the little woman who was its
motive power, worked with . will and
thankful heart.
'In every mysterious dispensation of
providence there was always great
mercy" she said, and the unexpected
early arrival of some of the city board
ers had brought her so much business
that the money necessary to tide Sam
over his misfortune was already pro-
vided for. Meanwhile the patient sister
waited on the brother, whose nature
could not see anything sacrificial about
her devotion. He was even very exact
ing and irritable at times, but this was
borne with patience and in quietude by
the high-minded, noble woman who
cared for him.
DR.. Crawford came often and was
very attentive to his patient. Jane
wished he would not make quite so
many visits; she dreaded the heavy bills
that must be presented in the future.
1t was for this that the sewing machine
kept up its tirelcss round of wheel.
Sometimes Sam groaned because of its
monotonous tones and wished Jane
would move it to remote corner of the
house, or put her customers off until his
nerves were stronger.
DIR. Crawford was bachelor. He
had just passed his forty-fifth birthday.
He had not married because of that
grave amid the clump of pines in the
cemetery of his native village. Twenty
years before lovely girl had been laid
away to rest there, and the light of his
life had been buried in that grave. But
now, another woman had crossed his
path, a woman who could clasp hands
with him during the rest of his journey,
a woman whom he could love and
cherish as his own.
Sam had begun to get around on the
crutches DR.. Crawford had brought him,
and the surgeon said one evening as he
babe him good-bye:
at will not be necessary for me to
come here again professionally, Sam.
You'll be all right in few days more"
II thank yoa very much, DIR. Craw-
ford" Jane Cary said, as she followed
him to the door. "You have been very
attentive to my brother. would like
my bill. think can settle il to.
night"
II am sure you can, Miss Cary, but 1
don't know as You will when you find
what my terms are"
II expect you have large bill against
me-" she replied. "You have been
very faithful to my brothers. case"
and she took out her pocketbook and
placed her finger on the clasp.
mot any of that sort of payment"
he said, placing his large. strong hand
over James small, white one. mot
that, Jane. Your love is the compen-
sation | want"
The color came to the face of the
little woman as she stood in the door
way.
what do You mean. DR.. Crawford?"
'Just what say. want you, you,
Jane Cary, for my welded wife, for
better for worse, for richer or poorer,
in sickness and in health, to love and
to cherish, till death us do part"
Who'd a thought, Jane, when you
was making that new cashmere, that
you was sewing on your wedding
Journey dress" said the mother, week
afterwards, when tho trunk had been
reopened, and Jane Cary was getting
ready to go to Jacobs on her wedding
tour. Nobody knows what's before
'em, nobody. It's the Lords doings,
of course, but it's marvellous in our
eyes. "-Susan Teal Perry, in Chicago
Interior.