The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1907-12-27

DIR. FENToN NOTED HIS PATIENTS PULSE
matter was beyond her comprehension.
and followed her characteristic tenden-
cy TO avoid troublesome thought.
Aunt Debbie beat the batter for her
cake energetically.
Miss Lesley-she's every bit quail
ty-every bit Il saint angel" she said.
bristling at any idea disparaging to her
nursing. "Dey's never been Il purifier
child nor young lady neither than little
Miss Lesley. En- de Idly of ma chile
wurkin' for her bread! | jest can't
seem to stomach it, She beat the
substance in the yellow bowl %viciously.
"'Tain't lack her ma and her grandma
done befoah her. Dey had close and
de country. What chanst has little
missile to make a fine marriage, !
wanter know? Goes to work envy
mawnin' at s. De Lawd knows, l
useter jes' be carryin' her mas and
her grandma's coffee to they beds ut
8. En- how's she a-goin' to meet any
senators and presidents and things to
get a chanst to marry"
The old nanny beat away as if she
had fate in the yellow bowl and III
tended to render it harmless.
ut worries me dreadfully. Aunt
Deb" Mrs. Blair finished the dahlias
and stood off to admire. them. ut
seems prcposterous to think that a
daughter of mine should eve be an old
maid. We've been here a year. though.
and Lesley hasn't become acquainted
with a single man of desirable calling
acquaintance. 1t would have been so
different if her poor father had lived
"Or if he hrdn't gambled away and
drunk up all his money foah he died"
muttered the old woman under her
breath.
Mrs. Blair sat dcwn in the easy
chair and took her embroidery from
the ancient mahogany sewing table.
"Well. I'm doing all l can. I insisted
on renting this fiat in a fashionable
neighborhood. but the house is filed
with young married couples that I've
never met. !; don't believe there's
more than one eligible man in the
building. and we've met him."
"Huh! Who's he?" demanded Aunt
Debbie. seeming a prospect for match
making With as much eagerness as If
she had been of French instead of
African ancestry.
Its that young doctor in the first
floor front. He seems to have all the
swell automobiles and carriages in
town stop at his door. But. no matter
how desirable an acquaintance he
might be. we don't know any IL to
make the necessary introduction-and
we are never sick" The mistress
laughed at the old woman's falling ex
preston.
II seer him look at Miss Lesley any
how when we pass him in the hall.
Huh! It's enough to make any one
sick to live in a ole bandbox of a fat"
said Aunt Deb dolefully.
DR.. Fenton came in very late that
night and was smoking a final cigar
when his telephone rang.
"Please come up to apartment No. "a
-quick-it's a fainting flor some
thing DREADFUL" said a girls excited
voice.
When he reached the door of the
apartment the girl with red blond hair
the same girl he had often noticed
in the hall-met him at the door. Her
face was still flushed with sleep. but
her eyes were dilated with anxiety as
she wrapped the folds of her blue
kimono around her slender figure and
led the way toward the little back
bedroom.
"It's my old colored nanny" she
said breathlessly. II never knew her
to be sick before. and I'm afraid it's
apopiexy or heart trouble or some.