Morgan County democrat. (Versailles, Mo.) 1900-1906, 1904-02-26

Then she shrugged her shoulders.
What did the hair matter? Anythin Ing
to give pleasure to a loved child.
80, Mother Nancttc.' declared the
dealer, laughing, now we are through.
ticc anything"
Hastily she put the hood On her
head.
and the money!" she cried quickly.
The mar counted out the ten gold
pieces.
Nov, who was right?" he laughed.
See, Mother Nancttc, one should fore
tell nothing"
She heard nothing and FASTENED
away as she had come, while her
trembling fingers eagerly grasped the
money. without other baggage than
the indispensable basket which the
peasant carries, without changing her
clothing, Mother Nancttc FASTENED
toward the station and travelled the
whole night to Paris.
On a Monday moor she stepped ont
of the train at the station, and, con-
fused by the stream Of travellers, made
her way into the street. Worn out by
the cxcrtion and her tears, she stood
by the baggage room and knew not
VIII ch way to turn. She was like a
poor, lost dog hiding in a corner.
But suddenly she rccollcctcd herself
and gathered her courage. She dare
not waste a moment, for Jean lay dy-
ing, and she must go 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 well, then wait" He signed
to a driver. "Driyc this poor m
to the Charity hospital
THAT will be 80 sous" said the
driver.
Mother Nanotto gave him two francs
and begged, "Bc 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
IA 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. | have come from
my villagc-ii is so far. | have
Travelled the whole night because my
child lies dying and | have only him"
The mar looked at her and was
touched by the old face on which was
painted such great anxiety.
every wcll,' he said in gcntIcr tones.
"Go to the right
A young man wearing "A 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. 22;
that Is my room. | take care of him.
Are You indeed his grandmother"
Agitation chokcd the old woman.
She nodded aNirmativcly.
"Ah, the poor young man continued
the physician joyfully, that will do
him more good than all the prcscrip-
lions of all the celebrated physicians.
He had not hoped that you would be
able to ONE Follow me, but softly,
he is sleeping. That will be n bcauti-
ful awakinP when he sees his old
grandmother. | believe he will soon
get well now
with hearty, comforting words he
led the old to the bed of her
grandchild, and Mother Nancttc, who
until now had scarcely wcpt, felt hot
drops mOlstcn her eyes. Softly the
physician drew the curtain aside and
the old wOman saw a thin face with
closed eyes that looked nearly as white
as the bed cover.
Tha, was her Jean, her beautiful,
strong young man who, when he left
her, was strong AZ an oak. Suddenly
the sick n awokc. opened his eyes
and believed it was a dream when he
saw the dearly loved II
mo, no, it Is not "a dream" declared
the physician; "it Is your grandmother.
Now, good woman, embrace the young
man, but do not talk. | 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
claspcd her neck and "A trembling
voice, VIII lch appeared to come from q
distance, stammcrcd, "GrandmOther'
ah' grandmother"