The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1904-03-04

trembling fingers eagerly grasped sthe
money. Without other baggage thar
=, the indispensable basket which thu
peasant carries, without changing hel
clothing, Mother Nanette hastened
toward the station and travelled the
whole night to Paris.
On q Monday noon she stepped out
of the train at the station, and, con-
fused by the stream of travellers, made
her way into the street. Worn out by
the exertion and her tears, she stood
by the baggage room and knew not
which way to turn. She was like q
poor, lost dog hiding in q corner.
But suddenly she recollected herself
and gathered her courage She dare
not waste a moment, for Jean lay dy-
ing, and she must 60 to him in time.
A baggage man went by and she asked
| him.: %
"Ah, please, where is the Charity
'hospital?'
He threw a curious look on her
picturesque costume # %
''That is far, little mother; you
would never find it; the best way is to
take a cab"
"Ah, yes" she replied hastily.
every we'll; then wait" He signed
((ato-a driver. "Drive this poor woman
to the Charity hospital"
"That will be IS sous" said the
driver.
Mother Nanette gave him two francs
and begged, BE quick"
Some minutes later the cabman set
her down at the hospital that she saw
with beating heart. Would she find
her child still living? A man wearing
a uniform stopped her when she tried
to enter.
"You must come later; this is not
the visiting hour"
The old woman wrung her hands.
Have pity, sir. I have come from
my village-it is 80 far. I have
travelled the whole night because my
child lies dying and have only him."
The man looked at her and was
touched by the old face on which was
painted Such great anxiety.
Every WELL" he said in gentler tones.
go to the rightly >'I
A young man wearing doctors
apron passed near her, and timidly she
asked where was Jean Tantia. The
intelligent face of the young man
frightened.
Jean Tantia? All, yes; No. %;
that is my room. l take care of him.
Are you indeed his grandmother"
Agitation choked the old woman.
She nodded af1irmatively. 49,.
"Ah, the poor young man." continued
the physician joyF'lly, that will dc
him more good than all the prescrip-
tons of all the celebrated physicians.
He had not hoped that you would be
able to come. Follow me, but softly
he is sleeping. That will be beauti-
full awaking when he sees his obi
grandmother. l believe he will soon
get we'll now" &21
With hearty, comforting words he
led the old woman to the bed Of her
grandchild, and Mother Nanette, who
until now had scarcely wept, felt hot
drops moisten her eyes. Softly the
physician drew the curtain aside. and
the old woman saw thin face with
closed eyes that looked nearly as white
as the bed cover. ::
That was her Jean, her beautiful,
strong young man who, when he left
her, was strong as an oak. Suddenly
the sick one awoke, opened his eyes
and believed it was dream when he
saw the dearly loved one.
mo, no, it is not a dream" declared
the physician; ut is your grandmother.
Now, good woman, embrace the young
man, but do not talk. l shall sit by
the door,"
The grandmother no longer felt the
tears which ran down her cheeks; she
bent and pressed her trembling lips on
The thin face while two thin arms
clasped her neck and trembling
voice, which appeared to come from a
distance, stammered, "Grandmother!
ah! grandmother"
''How did you manage to come here,
later.
cold woman told an innocent lie:
Il had savings; see there"
She opened the basket and showed
the gold in her open hand, while Jean
laughed delightedly. %a
THAT is all right" said the physi-
clan, with that you can take him
home. Keep quiet now; am RESPONSE
BILE for his recovery" Then he with
drew on tiptoe, while Jean fell back in
happy slumber. ..
But Mother jNanette remained sitting
at the head of the bed, her basket on
her knees, and blessed the Offering to
which she owed the life of her loved
grandchild.-N. Y. Sun.
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