The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1896-07-14
Continued from last WeeE }
Written for THE PROGRESSIVE FARMER.l
TRANSPLANTED.
BY R. D. WICKER.

was a handsome youpg civil engineer,
at that time employed by the w. N.
@. Railroad company, and was on a
business visit to Col. Merton. We met;
I was pleased with his de6onndire
manner and handsome appearance,
and we were soon married. Your
father had few relatives living, and so
we moved to this city. Your father
was a kind husband and loving father.
His only serious fault was the love Of
strong drink, which was perhaps in
strumental in bringing on a case of ap
| poplexy, from which he died.
Il should comm, nd you to the care
Of my own father, but he, too, is mum
bered with the dead, and I know not
what has btc3me Of cur little home
stead"
But 1 know that you are not going
10 die, mother, for l am going TO pray
for you, and tomorrow will be Christ
mas, and we shall have such q nice
time! Phil will be here, and bring his
Shakespeare, and we will wait on you
and read aloud. And then, little
mother, just look 1t all this money"
and Myrtle emptled the contents of the
tobacco bag on the bed.
Yes, it looks very pretty, darling,
and we are in sore need OF 1t, for it will
be long before I am up again, if ever"
But you will coon be well again,
! mother. and we q do 50 much better
now that I know how 20 sell my pa
pers, and since Phil whipped that
DooIan boy they all let me alone, and I
am not afraid like l was ct frs5."
No; you are a smart, brave little
girl, but you are fast growing too large
to sell papers. Put cut the light, my
dear, to save oil, and come to bed, fcr
! l an too weak 30 tejk longer"
Chris mes dawned fair and cold; the
snow lay deep and hard upon the
| earth, and Christmas reveiry was rite
Ger the city but ths dark hours of the
night had wrought q change IN the
| condition Of Mrs. Bonner for the worst
and daylight found her in feverish de-
lerium. Little Myrtle was thus even
deprived of the counsel Of a mother,
and the poor Child knew not what to
do or where to turn. She consulted
Jake Muhler IS her nearest friend. He
went up and looked at her mother and
said:
II vos send for Doctor Perry, ind I
7os pay him der pill, und ven she vos
better as now she vos go NIT der hos
pjtal."
'O1! don't take her from me, Mr,
Muller, or l shaI die"
Tears came into the eyes Of the kind
hearted German, and he promised to
/ see the doctor first and find out what
was best to be done under the CT, cum
stances.
Doctor Perry came, and pronounced
it q g. we're case OF pneumonia, but de
cided that the patient was too low to
be removed to the hospital. It was
| plain that he had slight hopes for her,
but he went about enlisting the kindly
| offices Of several ladies Of charity, and
! Mrs. Bonner was made as comfortable
as possible under the circumstances.
Pail called, but was net admitted
and was sorrowfully walking away
when a gentleman in a carriage &C
costed him and inquired if he could in
form him where the Widow Bonner
lived.
Yes, I can tell you; but she is dy-
ing, and the doctor will not allow you
to see her. Come this way.
The gentleman followed Phil up the
alley way to the door, when the doctor
met him and informed him that his
| patient was too i'll to be seen.
Are you the attending physician2"
Il am"
Then allow me to see you a few
minutes. Ny name is Merton, and I
am q friend of Mrs. Bonrer-in fact,
| from the looks Of things, about her only
one. knew her many years ago, and
I am prepared to render her ali the
aid which money will procure. / wish
everything done in your power for her,
| and shall take pleasure IN l~iquidating
any bill which may be presented
! Spare no expense. she has a little glrl8'
Yes, sir"
"Where is the cnild2 I would see
her. l hope she is not also sick"
mo, sir. But under these clrcum-
| stances [ suppose you may enter"
Ralph Merton walked into the power