Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1891-07-25

pudclpH puCt again. White sue reiterated 10
the white capped maid some directions
/ concerning old Ann Mudgett's rheuma.
/ tlsn, when the matron hurried in.
oh, j beg your pardon, DR.. Clri-
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 come last night--a quiet
old soul; half blind and quite bad with
asthma. Perhaps you d better Just see her
before you 90. She brought card of adj
mission from DR.. Merton, the New York
clergymen, 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 her white
pallet bed cushioned rocking chair and
neatly draped easement, where sat a poor,
! little shrlveled up woman, wrapped in a
| faded shawl
She looked timidIy up as DR.. Mary came
in from under the borders of her cap,
n m poor boGy, miss, said she, land
! | m sensibl | IN making a deal of trouble
in the world. But the Lord don't always
take US, miss, when we'd like TO 90.
! This Is the doctor, said Mrs. Gun
ningham.
/ The little woman would have risen to
make feeble courtesy, but Mary notion
ed her TO keen her seat
What is your name?' she said pleas.
antly.
Louise MARROW, miss.
Marrow That is an unusual name,
/ isn't it?" said Mary Clarimont, cooring
! in spite of herself
! Were English, miss, said the old
woman struggling brayely with her asth-
ma. There ain Z any of us in this Coun-
! try. I've a son, miss, in the law business,
as any mother may be proud Of ~
"A son!' echoed Mrs. Cunningham,
land 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 he tx
| pected to burden himself with a helpless
| old woman like me. He says m to write
and let HIM know how | get along and if
/ m sick or anything he'll try and see me.
/ | sewed carpets until the asthma got hold
/ of me, and supported myself comfortably.
4 But of course, | couldn't lay up anything
for a rainy day-who could? And Henry
couldn t help me, for he's getting ready
! to be married, poor lad! So | went 10 Dr.
/ Merton and asked him did he know any
decent place where an old woman like me
could spend 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 am
Mary ClarimOnt listened quietly 10 the
garrulous tale, but the color varied in her
cheek more than once while she stood
there.
''Is your sons name Harry Marlow?'
| she said, slowly and thoughtfully.
Yes, 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.
us he like this?' said DR.. Mary taking
photograph from her pocket,
The old woman with trembling hands
fitted on her iron-bowed spectacle and
looked at the picture uttering a little cry
of recognition
Sure, miss, it's his own self, " she
cried. you are acq tainted with him
then p
Somewhat, said DR.. Mary, composed
ly, as she returned the photograph to its
place. And now VII leave you some
thing to relieve this difficulty in breath.
ing.
But the old crone eyed her watchfuly.
Perhaps you know the young lady my
son is TO marryY'
Eyes, said DR.. Mary, writing some
thing in her prescription book, 81 have
seen her. "
Perhaps, miss, faltered the old wo-
man you will give her my humble. duty,
and tell her ! would just like to look at
her for once ana see what she is like.
There no fear of my troubling her. miss
for mean to end my days here. But
would like to see her just once And ifit
wouldn't be asking too much, miss, would
you please write to my son and tell him
where ! am for I'm no scholar myself,
and IN his mother after all
81 will write to him, said DR. Mary
quietly; and so she went away
81 never see a lady doctor afore said
old Mrs Morrow, with long sigh. But
she 8 a pretty creature, and it seems good
to have her around. hope SHE'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 wrap
ped in flrs, with her cheeks crimsoned
with the frosty winter air.
BLESS me! this amt never you!' said
Aunt 10, peering ever the rims of her
spectacles.
"l drove over to see you, Aunt Jo,
said Mary. ito tell you that you were
right The metal was counterfeit
''Eh?" said Aunt Joe. mechanically
ladling out the brown, curly crullers al
though she did not look at what she was
doing
81 have,written to Harry NARROW, can
ceiling our engagement, said Dr. Mary,
calmly, albeit her voice faltered little.
The mm who will heartlessIy let his old
mother 90 to the almshouse, sooner than
to take the trouble to maintain her can be
no ft husband for any woman.
And then she sat down by the fire and
told Aunt 10 everything, for grabbed,
crusty old Aunt 10 mad been like a mother
10 her, and the girl heart was full to over
flowing.
When she had ceased speaking Aunt 10
nodded ber head