Nevada County picayune., 1891-09-03

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 Mary Clairimont listened quietly to the garrulous tale, but the coloI varied in her cheeks more than once as she stood there.
 ''Is your sons name Harry Mar. low" she said slowly and thought. fully.
 'Ies, miss, at your service" said the old woman, with duck of her white-capped head which was made to do duty in place of the impossible courtesy.
 "Is he like this! said Dr. Mary taking a photograph from her rock- ct.
 The old woman, with trembling handy, fitted on her iron-brown spec tacles, and looking at the picture, uttered a little cry of recognition.
 Sure, miss, it is his own self, she cried. ''You are acquainted with him, then!"
 somewhat said I'r. Mary, com. posedly, as she returned the photo graph to it's place.
 And now l will give you somc- thinp to relieve this difficulty in breathing"
 But the old crone eyed her wist- fully.
 Perhaps you know the young lady my son is to marry"
 "Yes," said Dr. Mary, writing something in her prescription book. 1 have seen her"
 Perhaps, miss" faltered the wo- man, "you would give her my hum ble duty and tell her l would just like to look at her for once and see what she is like. There's no fear of my troubling her, miss, for l mean to end my days here. But l would like to see her just once. And if it shouldn' be asking too much, miss, would you please write to my son, and tell him where am! For Pm no scholar myself, and Pm his moth CT, after all. ''
 II will write 60 him." said Mary quietly, and so she went away.
 Il never see a lady doctor afore, y said old Mrs. Marlow, with a long sigh. But she's pretty creetur, and it seems good to have her around. l hope she'll come again soon."
 "lou may be sure of that" said the matron, brusquely. ''Dr. Clairi- mont ain't one to neglect poor peo- pie because they are poor
 That evening Aunt Jo, frying crullers over the kitchen fire, was surprised by visit from her niece, who came in all wrapped in furs, and her cheeks crimsoned with the frosty winter air.
 Bless me- this ain't never you" said Aunt Jo, pecring over the rims of her spcctacIes.
 II drove over to see you, Aunt Jo,' sad Mary, ito tell you that you were right. The metal was counterfeit.
 "Eh!' said Aunt Jo, mechanical : ly ladling out the brown curly crull- CTS, although she did not look at what she was doing.
 "l have written to Harry Marlow cancelhng our engagement" said Dr. Mary, calmly, albeit her voice faltered little. ''The man who will heartlessly let his old mother go to the almshsuse, 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 Jo everything, for grabbed, crusty old Aunt Jo had been like a mother to her, and the girls heart was full to overhowing
 When she had ceased speaking Aunt Jo nodded her head.
 You have done we'll and wisely said she.
 old Mrs. Marlow died that winter in Aldenbury almshouse, with hcI head on Dr. Mary Clairimoht's arm and never knew that her garrulou; confessions had deprived her son O. his promised wife,
 And Mary says quietly and rcso lutely that her profession must b, husband and home to her henccfor ward.
 Just what it ought to be-" say Aunt Jo. No woman ever yet sue ceeded in doing two things at once
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