Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1907-12-19

DIR. FENTON NOTED HIS PATIENTS 5 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 a saint angel" she said
bristling at any idea disparaging to her
nursling. "Dey's never been purifier
child nor young lady neither than little
Miss Lesley. En- de idy of ma chile
wurkin' for her bread | jest cant
seem TO stomach itr' She beat the
substance in the yellow bowl viciously,
"'Tain't lack her ma and her grandma
done befoah her Dey had close and
parties and married de best catches in
de country. What chanst has little
missile to make a fine marriage, ]
wanter know? Goes to work envy
mawnin' at o. De Lawd knows. ]
useter ies' be carryin' her mas and
her grandmas coffee to they beds at
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 in
tended to render it harmless
"It worries me dreadfully, Aunt
Deb" Mrs Blair finished the dahlias
and stood off 10 admire them. at
seems prepOsterous to think that a
daughter of mine should ever be an old
maid. We've been here 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"
cor if he hedn't gambled away and
drunk up all his money foah he died"
muttered the old woman under her
breath.
Mrs. Blair sat down in the easy
chair and took her embroidery from
the ancient mahogany sewing table
"Well, I'm doing all I can. insisted
or 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 never met him"
Huh! Who's heY" demanded Aunt
Debbie, scenting prospect for match,
making with as much eagerness as II
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 mattet
how desirable an acquaintance be
might be- we don't know any one tt
make the necessary introduction-and
we are never sick" The mistress
laughed at the old woman's falling ex-
preston.
II seen him look at Miss Lesley any.
how when we PASS him in the hall
hun! lTS enough TO make any one
sick to live in ole bandbox of fat"
said Aunt Deb dolefully.
DR.. Fenton came in very late that
night and was smoking final gigar
when his telephone rang
please come up to apartment No g.
-quick-its a fainting ft-or some.
thing dreadful said 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 MS
she wrapped the folds of her blue
klmOno around her slender figure aur
led the way toward the little hscl
bedroom.
It's my old colored nanny" SIN
said breathlessly. II never knew hc'
to be sick before, and I'm afraid it,
apoplexy or heart trouble or some
thing. II nanny were to die we
would be absolutely helpless"
DR.. Fenton noted his patients pulse
and listened to her heart, then looked
at Mrs. Blair in a puzzled manner.
Her hearts all right-rather unusu-
ally strong. Has she been eating any,
thing that might give her acute indi-
gestion?
'I'm sure | don't know" said Mrs.
Blair helplessly. 81 was asleep when
she called me- and she groaned several
times, then became absolutely uncon-
scious."
HAS she been drinking" The doc
tor shifted the atmosphere suspi-
ciously