Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1891-04-09

to the uninterrupted maid some direc
tons concerning old Ann Mudgett's
rheumatism, when the matron hurried
IN.
ooh, I beg your pardon, DR.. Clari-
mont" said she, ''but l clean forgot the
new old woman ~
"The new old woman" repeated DR..
Mary, with smile.
''That 49," 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 go. She brought a
card of admission from DR.. Merton, the
New York clergyman, who is one OF our
directors, you know. And she seems
decent body enough
So DR.. Mary went cheerfully into the
little brick-paved room, with its white
pallet bed, cushioned rocking chair and
neatly draped easement, where sat
poor, little, shriveled-up woman
wrapped in a faded shawl.
She looked timidly up, as DR.. Mary
came in, from under the borders OF her
cap.
"and Pm sensible Pm making a deal Of
trouble in the world. But the Lord
don't always take us, miss, when we'd
like to CO."
'"This is the DOCTOR" said Mrs. Cum
ningham.
The little woman would have risen up
to make feeble courtesy, but DR.. Mary
motioned her to keep her seat.
"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 cf"
"a sonn' 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 a 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 a
helpless old woman like me. He says
Pm to write and let him know how [
get along, and if Pm 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, ! couldn't lay up anything for a
rainy day-who could? And Henry
couldn't hel p me, for he g getting ready
to be married, poor lad. So | went to
DR.. 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 a 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.
sis your sons name Harry Mar
low?" 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 courtesy.
''Is he like this ?" said DR.. Mary, tax
ing a photograph from her pocket.
The old woman, with trembling hands,
fitted on her iron bowed spectacles and
looked at the picture, uCtering little
cry of recognition.
''Sure, miss, it is his own SELF" she
cried. "You are acquainted with him,
them"
"Somewhat," said Dr. Mary, COM
posedlv, as she returned the photograph
to it's place. "And now | will leave 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 ~
eyes," said DR.. Mary, writing some
thing in her prescription book. II have
seen her"
perhaps, Miss" faltered the old
woman, you would give her my hum
bic 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 / would like to see her ust
once. And if it wouldn't be asking too
much, Miss, would you please write to
my son, and tell him where l am--tor
Pm no scholar myself, and I'm his
mother, after all"
81 will write to him." said DR.. Mary.
quietly; and so she went away.
81 never see lady doctor atore," said
old Mrs. NARROW, with a long sigh. "But
she's pretty creetur, and it seems good
to have her around. | hope she I'll come
again soon.'
"You may be very sure of that" said
the matron, brusquely. "Dr. Clarimont
amt one to neglect poor people because
they are poor"
That evening Aunt 10, frying crullers
over the kitchen fire, was surprised by
a visit from her niece. who came in all
wrapped in furs, with her cheeks Grim
soned with the frosty winter air.
"Bless me this amt never you ~
said Aunt 10, peerlng over the rim of
her spectacles.
81 drove over to see you, Aunt Jo,"
said Mary, ito tell you that you were
right The metal was counterfeit"
"Eh ?' said Aunt 10, mechanically
lading out the brown, curly crullers, al
though she did not look at what she was
doing.
81 have written to Harry NARROW,
canceling our engagement. said DR.: