The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-03-01

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he had serioasly DISCONNECTED himself
to serve an entire stranger, he was con-
armed in his cynicism by seeing nc
CLEAN Of gratitude in her eyes, and he
cursed her in his heart for q selfish con-
/ ventional society NISSAN order OF
being he heartily despised. Being a
thorough gentleman, however, only par
tally corrupted by meretricious philoso-
ply. he could not fail to recognize the
fact that she was a gentlewoman, and
his speech was courteous, at least In
form.
You say your home is not far away, 7
he said. IF you viii direct me to it l
will get help and have you carried
thither. Your foot is all right now il
you will lie perfectly still, but / shall
have to leave you here alone.
II am sorry to trouble you SO much,
she replied, as coldly polite as he, though
her lips were still white from pain, s'but
there seems to be no alternative. My
house is yonder," pointing, "and some
of the servants viii come at once il you
will tell them. viii you kindly warn
them to say nothing to mamma till get
there? do not want her to be frighten-
ed needlessly."
He bowed, and in another moment
was gone. AS the sound of his footsteps
and the rustic of pushing through the
underground died away the stiffness
grew intense again. Margaret Latimer
closed her eyes and thought deeply. The
fury of rage that had swept upon her
when this young stranger so coolly de-
! fed her died away. She had been used
| to having her lightest word treated as q
command, and it was confusing to
have a gentleman say stboshl" to her,
but her native sense after a few mo-
ments' reflection justified the man.
Moreover the shock to her dignity and
nodesty seemed trivial thing after she
had thought of it. What had he done?
! He had treated her with the most pro-
found delicacy and consideration, pos
sibly consistent with his duties as a
surgeon, and had, moreover, rendered
her a service which she could hardly
overestimate. Surprising she had lain
there, as it might easily have happened,
all day, even all night, before help came.
Surprising she had been moved before
the broken bone was set and she had
been famed for life. She began to feel
very kindly toward the man she just
condemned as a ruthless boor. And she
remembered, with a slight blush that
he was good to look at, and that his
manner when he was not employed as q
physician was perfect. She could forgive
everything but the "bosh" Yes, and
she could forgive that.
Meantime Tanning was thinking very
little of her and very much Of the annoy
ance he was put TO. He had started out
for day of rest and here he was en-
gagged in distinctly disagreeable work
of compassion for woman in whom he
had not the faintest interest. However,
there was no way to avoid it, and he
went on. Presently he came to large,
old fashioned country mansion with spa
cious grounds. Near the gate was an old
gardener, whom ne hailed and informed
of the facts. The gardener went at once
for the coachman, and all three were
speedily driving back to the grove in a
low, easy carriage.
Very little was said till the lady was
placed in the carriage. Then Tanning
lifted his hat and would have turned
away, but she detained him with gest-
ure, "You will surely not leave me
thus she protested. II have not even
told you how greatly feel indebted to
you for Then spas1n Of pain
turned her face white again, and Fam
ming entered the carriage.
''You need not feel indebted" he said
very coolly. 81 have only done what
any physician was bound to do. But l
will see you home If you desire it, though
your servants could doubtless take you
safely" He remembered what she had
said about her mother, and had hoped to
escape a scene Of hysteria and thankful
ness, but seeing that his patient still suf-
fered greatly, he felt bound to remain
with her.
Acknowledgements and gushing thanks,
and he was more than thankful when he
escaped from the house an hour later,
having given his patient sleeping
draught, and assured her mother that
no danger was to be apprehended.
SAT least you will tell me, doctor, to
whom am indebted for my daughters
preservation, I" said thesweet faced, white
haired old lady, after he had protested
for the twentieth time that she owed
him no great gratitude.
He fumbled in his pocket and brought
out card which read:
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