The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-08-15

this time all the resident NJ. d. Is Ind
been stuffy old n,ienien with wigs
| or pert young ones with eyeglasses.
A beautiful young lady who wrote
prescriptions and compounded pills
and potions was novelty in the
town, and by no means q disagreeable
one. People rather liked the idea,
once they hqd convinced themselves
that the lady doctor understood her.
self and her patients.
And the poor old people at the
almshouse grew to love DIR. Mary, and
lesten with eager ears for the sound oil
her carriage wheels over the blue gravel
drive which led up to the portico.
1t was brilliant December dny
when the young physiciapS y God in the
neat-carpeted reception-room, draw
ing on her fur gloves previous to en-
tering her neat phaetOn once again,
while she reiterated to the white-cap-
ped maid some directions concerning
old Ann Mudgett's rheumatism, when
the matron hurried in.
"Oh / beg your pardon, DR.. Clari-
mont" said she, but clean forgot
the new old woman"
The new old woman, repeated DR..
Mary with smile.
THAT is, exclaimed 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 90. She
brought a card of admission from DIR.
Merton, the New York clergyman, who
Is one of our directors, you know.
And she seems a decent body enough"
So DR.. Mary went cheerfully into the
little brick-paved room, with it's white
pallet-bed, cushioned rocking chair,
and neatly-draped easement, where
sat apoor, little, shrivelled-up woman,
wrapped in faded shawl.
She looked timidly up, as DR.. Mary
came in, from under the borders other
cap. ~ ,
o I'm n poor lady, miss" said she,
"and Pm sensible Pm 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 Dr." said Mrs. Cunning
ham.
The little woman would have risen
up to make feeble courtesy, but DIR.
Mary motioned her to keep her seat.
what is your manner" said she,
pleasantly.
Louise MARROW, miss"
MARROW? That is an unusual
name, isn't it?" said Mary Clarimont,
colouring in spite of herself.
Were English, miss" said the old
woman, struggling bravely with the
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 SOM" echoed Mrs. Cunningham;
"and you in the almshouse2"
Not that it's his fault, ma am"
the old creature made haste to explain.
"My son is to he married to a fine,
proud young lady, rs 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.
how get along, and if Pm sick or any
thinghe'll try to see me. l sewed car
pets until the asthma got hold OF
me, and supported myself comforta-
bly,. But, of course, couldn't lay up
anything for rainy day-who could?
And Henry coulden'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 | am"
Mary Clarimont listened quietly to
the garrulous tale, but the colour
varied in her cheeks more than once as
she stood there.
as your sons name Harry Mar
low?" she said slowly and thought
fully
"Yes, miss at your service" said
the old woman, with duck of her
uninterrupted head which was meant
to do duty in place of the impossible
courtesy.
.Is he like this?" said DIR. Mary,
taking a photograph from her peck
ct.
TIE old woman, with trembling
hands, fitted on her iron-bowed spec
tacles, and looking at the picture, ut
tered little cry of recognition.
"Sure, miss, it is his own SELF" she
cried. "You are acquainted with him,
them"
Somewhat" said DIR. Mary, COM
posedly, as she returned the photo
graph to it's place.
And now will give you something
to relieve this difficulty in breathing"
But the old crone eyed her wistfully.
Perhaps you know the young lady
my son is to marry?"
YES" said DIR. Mary writing some
thing in her prescription book. Ihave
seen her."
Perhaps, miss, "faltered the woman,
"you would give her my humble duty
and tell her would just like to look
ut 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 would like to see her just
once. And il it wouldn't be asking
90 much, miss, would you please
write to my son, and tell him where l
ami for Pm no scholar myself, and
I'm his mother, after ALL"
~ will write to him." said Mary
quietly, and so she went away.
III never see lady doctor afore,"
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