Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1891-09-10
MARY CLARIMONT, NJ. D.
Her Profession Is Husband and
Homo to Her Now.


Miss Clarimont was one-and-tw enty,
tall, imperial beauty, with dewy
black eyes, skin as fresh us dalnaslS
roses, and dark brown hair coiled in
shining bands at the back of her head.
Moreover, Miss Clarimont had sea
reer" before her She had just gradu-
ated from Medfcld Medical university,
and taken out her diploma as an M. d,
Sand only to think of it, said Aunt
10, bursting into tears of vexation and
disappointment, that she must needs
go and ruin all her prospects by getting
engaged to Harry NARROW, down in
New York;
ut does seem strange, Aunt 10,
when sit down and think of it," said
DIR. Mary, laughing and blushing, "SiX
months ago my profession was all
the world to me. neither wished nor
cared for anything outside its limits
The future was all mapped out before
me without let or hindrance; and
now"
"Iumphy' growled Aunt 10. ANY
bItlllCSS ililOb Cuh RCu ihdlllCu ibNa
keep mans house and mend his shirts
for him, but you were made for some
thing higher and more digniticd, Mary"
Mary's downright eyes sparkled.
"Higher, Aunt Jo?" said she. more
dignifed? There you are mistaken.
There is no higher or more dignificd
lot in life than that of the true wife of
noble husband"
"Fiddlesticksw said Aunt 10. "As
if every poor fool who was dazzlcd by
the glitter of wedding ring didn't say
the same thing! You've disappointed
me, Mary Clarimont, and Pm ashamed
of you, and that is the long and short
of it."
Dear Aunt Jo," said she, 81 shall
not let my sword and shield rust, be-
lieve me. Harry has only his own tai
ents to advance him in the world, and
it will be at least a year before we
shall be ready to marry. In the mean
time shall accept the post of visiting
physician to the Aldenbury almshouse
and practice my profession, just the
same as If there were no engagement. ]"
"a wish to goodness there wasn't, "
said Aunt 10. 81 tell you what, Mary
/ don't fancy that smiling smooth
tongued young man of yours, and
never shall"
Still DIR. Mary Clarimont kept her
temper.
81 am sorry, Aunt Jo," she said,
pleasantly. BUT hope you will even
tually change your mind"
81 used to keep thread and needle
store when was young woman" re-
marked Aunt 10, dryly, land always
could tell the ring of counterfeit hall
dollar when customer laid it on the
counter. ] could then, and can now
and tell you what, Mary, there's
base metal about Harry NARROW"
DR.. Mary bit her lip.
Perhaps. We will not discuss the
subject further, Aunt Jo," she said
with quiet dignity, and the old lady
said no more.
Aunt 10 is wrong" persisted tho
pretty young M. d. to herself
MARY is making fool of herself!'
thought Aunt 10.
Aldenbury was pretty manufactur
ing village, with main street shaded
by outrageous naples, west end,
where people who had made thei
fortunes lived comfortably in roomy
old houses, surrounded by velvet lawn
and terraced gardens, and an least
end" where people fought desperately
and not always successfully to keel
body and soul together on the meres
pittancc.
And little way out of the village
the almshouses, built and endow ed b,
certain smuggling sea captain
whose conscience had priclSed him dur
ing his latter days, raised their era,
stone gables to the sky and mad
picturesque background to the land
scafe.
DR.. Mary Clarimont made something
of sensation at Aldenbury. Up t.
this time all the resident NJ. D. S ha
been stuffy old gentlemen with wigs o
pert young ones with eyeglasses.
A beautiful young lady who wrot
prescriptions and compounded pills an
potions was novelty in the town, an
by no means disagreeable one. Pee
pie rather liked the idea, once they ha
convinced themselves that the lady doc
tor understood herself and her pa
tients.
| And the poor old people at the aims
house grew to love DR.. Mary and liste
with eager ears for the sound of he
carriage wheels over the blue grave
drive which led up to the portico.
1t was brilliant December day whe
the young physician stood in the neat
iy-carpeted reccption-room drawing o
her fur gloves previous to entering he
neat phaeton once again, while she IT
iterated to the white-capped m nd som
directions concerning old Ann MUD
gett's rheumatism, when the matro
| hurried in.
"Oh, | beg your pardon, DR.. Clar
mont" said she, "but clean forgot tn
new old woman"
/: 1.-THE new old woman" repeated d.
. Mary, with smile.
: THAT is, exclaimed Mrs. Cunning
: ham, 'she only came last night;
! quiet old soul, half blind, and quit
Q bad with the asthma. Perhaps you
! better just see her before you go. Sh
!. brought card of admission from d
l Merton, the New York clergyman, WI
is one of our directors, you know. An
;. she seems decent body enough"
y So DIR. Mary went chcerfully I'M
! the little brick-paved room with i
!. white pallet bed, cushioned rockir
q chair and neatly-drapcd casemcn
/ where sat a poor, little, shrivcled.r
: woman wrapped in faded shawl
She looked timidly up as DIR. Mai
came in, from under the borders of h,
cap.
'I'm poor body, miss" said sh
land I'm sensible I'm making deal
trouble in the world. But the Lol
don't always take us, miss, when we
= like to CO."
/ "This Is the DOCTOR" said Mrs, Gu