Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1891-10-01
MARY CLARDIONT. IL.
Her Profession Is Husband and
Home to Her Now.

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roses, and dark brown hair coiled in
shining bands at the back of her head.
Moreover. Miss Clarimont had ga
reer' before her. She had Just gradu-
ated from Medfield Medical university.
and taken ont her diploma as an N. d.
And only to think of il. said Aunt
10, bursting into tears of vexation and
disappointment, that She must nee6s
go and ruin all her prospects by getting
engaged TO Harry NARROW. down in
New York;
1T does seem strange, Aunt 10,
when l sit down and think of it, !" said
DIR. Mary, laughing and blushing. six
months ago my profession was all
the worldto me. neither wished nor
cared for anything outside its limits.
The future was all mapped out before
me without let or hindrance; and
now"
''Humph!' growled Aunt 10 Amy
brainless IDIOT can get married and
keep a mans house and mend his shirts
for him, but you were made for some
thing higher and more dignified, Mary"
Mary's wbrigat eyes sparkled.
Higher. Aunt Jo?" said she. More
dignified? There you are mistaken.
There is no higher or more dignified
lot in life than that of the tue wife of
noble husband
''Fiddlesticlsr' said Aunt Jo ''As
if every poor fool who was dazzled 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, Il 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 year before we
shall be ready to marry. In the mean
time l shall accept the post of visiting
physician to the Aldenbury almshouse
and practice my profession, just the
same as if there were no engagement"
81 wish to goodness there wasn't,
said Aunt 10. II tell you what, Mary,
l don't fancy that smiling, smooth
tongued young man of yours and l
never shall"
Still DIR. Mary Clarimont kept her
temper
81 am sorry. Aunt Jo," she said.
pleasantly. But l hope you will even
tually change your mind"
Il used to keep a thread and needle
store when l was young woman" re-
marked Aunt 10, dryly, land ] always
could tell the ring of counterfeit half
dollar when customer laid it on the
I I
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 10" she said,
with quiet dignity, and the old lady
said no more.
Aunt 10 is wrong" persisted the
pretty young NJ d. to herself.
MARY is making fool of herself!''
thought Aunt 10.
Aldenbury was a pretty manufactur-
ling village, with main street shaded
by outrageous naples, west end"
where people who had made their
fortunes lived comfortably in roomy
old houses, surrounded by velvet lawns
and terraced gardens, and an least
end" where people fought desperately
and not always successfully to keep
body and soul together on the merest
pittance.
And a little way out of the village
the almshouses built and endowed by
u certain smuggling sea captain,
whose conscience had pricked him dur
ing his latter days, raised their gray
stone gables to the sky and made
a picturesque background to the land
scape.
DR. Mary ClarimOnt made something
of a sensation ut Aldenbury. Up to
this time all the resident NJ. d. S had
been stuffy old gentlemen 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 a disagreeable one. Peo-
pie rather liked the idea, once they had
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 listen
with eager ears for the sound of her
carriage wheels over the blue gravel
drive which led up to the portico.
1t was a brilliant December day when
the young physician stood in the neat
ly-carpeted reception-room drawing on
her fur gloves previous 10 entering her
neat phaeton once again, while she re-
iterated to the white-capped m nd some
directions concerning old Ann Mud
gets 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 a smile.
THAT is, !" exclaimed Mrs. Cunning
ham, 'she only came last night;
quiet old soul, half blind, and quite
bad with the asthma Perhaps you'd
better just see her before you go. She
brought card of admission from DR..
Merton, the New York clergyman, who
is one of our directors, you know. And