Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1891-09-25

what is your name?" said she, pleas
antly.
Louise NARROW, miss"
"Marlow? That is an unusual name,
isn't it?" said Mary Clarimont, coloring
in spite of herself.
"We're English, MISS" said the old
woman, struggling bravely 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 sonr' echoed Mrs. Cunningham;
"and you in the almshouse?"
Not that it's his fault, ma'am," the
old creature made haste to explain.
"My son is 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 helpless old woman like me.
"He says Pm to write and let him
know how get along, and if I'm 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, I couldn't lay up any
thing for a rainy day-who could?
"And Henry couldn't help me, for
he's getting ready to be married, poor
lad! So | went to DIR. Merton and
asked him did he know any decent
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
God bless him!-and here l am"
Mary Clarimont listened quietly to
the garrulous tale, but the color 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 a duck of her white
capped head, which was meant to do
duty in place of the impossible cour-
tesy.
'Is he like this?" said DIR. Mary, TAX
ing photograph from her pocket.
The old woman, with trembling
hands, fitted on her iron bowed specta-
Giles and looked at the picture, uttering
little cry of recognition.
"Sure, miss, it is his own SELF" she
cried.
you are acquainted with him,
then?"
Somewhat" said DR.. Mary, COM
posedly, as she returned the photo
graph to its place, "And now l will
leave you something to relieve you of
this difficulty in breathing"
But the old crone eyed her wistfully.
perhaps you know the young lady
my son is to marry?"
YES" said DR.. Mary, writing some
thing in her prescription book. 81 have
seen her."
Perhaps, miss" faltered the old
woman, "you would give her my hum
BILE duty, and tell her | 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 mean to end my days
here. But l would like to see her just
once. And if it wouldn't be asking toe
much, miss, would you please write to
my son and tell him where am, for
I'm no scholar myself, and Pm his
mother, after all"
81 will write to him." said DR.. Mary,
quietly; and so she went away.
81 never sec lady doctor afore, y
said old Mrs. NARROW, with long sigh.
"But she's a pretty creetur, and il
seems good to have her around. hope
she'll come again soon."
"You may be very sure of that" said
the matron, brusquely. CDR Clarimont
amt one toneglect poor people because
they are poor"
That evening Aunt 10, frying crul.
lers over the kitchen fire, was sur
prised by visit from her niece, who
came in all wrapped in furs, with hei
cheeks crimsoned with the frosty win
ter air.
"Bless mel this amt never your
said Aunt 10, peerlng over her specta-
cles
81 drove over to see you, Aunt 10,
said Mary, Ito tell you that you were
right The metal was counterfeit"
"Eh?" said Aunt 10, mechanically
ladling out the brown, curly crullers
although she did not look at what sh,
was doing.
81 have written to Harry NARROW
canceling our engagement, said DR.
Mary, calmly, albeit her voice faltereC
little. 1.-THE man who will heartless
ly let his old mother go to the aims
house sooner than to take the trouble
to maintain her, can be no fit husband
for any woman"
And then she sat down by the fir,
and told Aunt. 10 everything, TO,
Grabbed, crusty old Aunt 10 had beel
like a mother to her, and the girl
heart was full to OVERLOOKING.
When she had ceased speaking, Aun
10 nodded her head
"You have done well and wisely,
said she.
Old Mrs. NARROW died that winter il
Aldenbury almshouse, with her hea,
on Dr. Mary Clarimonts arm, and new
er knew that her garrulous confession
had deprived her son of his promise
wife.
And Mary says quietly and resolutel
that her profession must be husban
and home to her henccforward.
"Just what it ought to be-" says Aun
10. mo woman ever yet succeeded i
doing two things at once. "-IndianaI
oils News.
After the Culprfa
After the bridal party partook of
sumptuous banquet, younger brothe
of the bride got up and said, solemnly
/, raising his glass:
Ladies' and gentlemen, have (