Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1894-09-20
A Happy uGN.

work, his aspirations changed their
nature, his skill developed. He ac-
quired vast experience in those poor
homes, where he fought valiantly
against disease. the result of intern
perance and vice and poverty and
Observation-Disclosures of which the
victim was often an innocent sufferer.
The sins of the fathers were visited
upon infants-the sins of by-gone
generations upon brave girls and
well-meaning young fellows-sins of
children on patient women and hard
working men. DIR. Murray was q
thinker as well as q worker. He
might have easily become morbid in
that dreary place, where there was
nothing beautiful to charm the mind,
and little enough to charm the eye
or the ear. But he did not become
morbid. He had the remembrance
of happy country home where his
boyhood had been passed, he had the
thoughts of his dear old mother who
lived there still, and the lessons she
had taught the boy had not left him
in his manhood; above all, he had
thoughts of another woman-her
letters, sometimes-the promise of
herself before long. When he walked
through the muddy street to his soli-
tary home he did not let his mind
dwell on the room he had Just Wis
tied, where three children lay sick
in one bed, shivering with cold, and
with no one but Il drunken mother
to attend to them, and give them
such food as was provided for the
family by lazy father, whose earn
ings, scanty enough, were chiefly
spent at the Royal George" He
did not let himself mediate on the
details Of his cases when he had left
them; that would have untitled him
for his work. No; he tried to i'm
agine what home would be like when
Norah was really there, when the
opening door would disclose her to
him and draw him into the warm
room, where there would be freight
and lamplight and-herself. She
brought warmth and light and sweet
ness to him, to his life, to Millwall.
She brought that now. What would
it be by-and-by-by-and- by-when--
He reached home. He let himself
into the unlighted hall. The house
felt cold. He set his lips together
and thought, by and by" He laid
aside his umbrella, took off his coat,
strobe into the barely furnished,
rather uncomfortable dining-room,
and rang for dinner.
A middle-aged woman presented
herself.
"Oh!" she said, "I'm sorry the
fires out, sir"
Never mind" said Murray, :"
shall have to go out again after dinner,
/ expect"
ooh! that reminds me, sir. An
wanted you to call upon his wife. But
he said you wasn't to trouble to-
night If so be J on was tired"
"Who was it, Mrs. Hawker?"
He was unknown to me, sir; but
he was respectable looking gentle
man, quite clean, and nice face to
nina bit of gray whiskers, too"
Dlu llc lcitNc Ills Uuult.
Yes; l laid it on your consultin'-
room table. He penciled it on the
back Of a envelope / had in my
pocket. I'll bring it in with your
chop"
The doctor looked at it. In i'll
formed, but fairly legible letters, he
saw the words
Please call ut your CONVEYANCE.
JOHN TEMPLE,
IA Plevna Street,
(top).
It was not cheerful night. But
within-what was there within?
And every day must bring its duties.
Besides that, "at your CONVEYANCE"
was so delightfully."- agreeable after
the usual messages that reached him.
He went into the hall again. pulled
on his coat, took his umbrella, put
on his hat badly as doctors usually
do, and banged the front door behind
him.
By-and-by the doctor came to a
narrow street which seemed to be
less we'll lit, noisier, dirtier than
those through which he had already
passed. He had several patients in
this road, but he did not know exact
ly where IA was. He went right up
to the nearest door and peered; that
was IL. He crossed over, presuming
the numbers were odds and evens.
He found IA.
His knock brought fat, untidy
woman to the door, and several large
eyed children into the hall. AS the
children and herself were at the time
in the enjoyment Of what they con-
sidered health, Mrs. Bickle did not
feel 1t incumbent to be extra polite.
Mrs. Bickle held the candle, and
she and the children watched the
gentleman's ascent OF the narrow,
winding stair. The house being only
two-storied, he had not far to go.
Mr.. Temple, who had apparently just
started to meet him, stood waiting
till he reac hed the top.
"Sir," he said, " / take this kind
of you"
DIR. Murray conld not at first dis
Germ his face, but the tone of the
voice struck him pleasantly. 1t SEEM
ed to accord with the I" At your con-
venance.
lin here, please, SIR"
The man led the way into the