Vandemark's Folly by Herbert Quick
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hers--my way that would never have been anything but a very small and
easy one at the most; while hers had been a way full of torment and servitude. All my strength was gone; and the girl seemed to know it; for she came over to me and patted me on the shoulder in a motherly sort of way. "Poor boy!" she said. "Poor boy! To-morrow, come to me and I'll show you your mother's grave. I'll take you to the doctor that attended her. I know how you feel." I had passed a sleepless night before I remembered to feel revolted at the sympathy of this hussy who had helped to bring my mother to her death--and I did not go near her. But I inquired my way from one doctor to another--there were not many in Madison then--until I found one, named Mix, who had treated my mother in her last illness. She was weak and run down, he said, and couldn't stand a run of lung fever, which had carried her off. "Did she mention me?" I asked. "At the very last," said Doctor Mix, "she said once or twice, 'He had to work too hard!' I don't know who she meant. Not Rucker, eh?" I shook my head--I knew what she meant. "And," said he, "if you can see your way clear to arrange with old Rucker to pay my bill--winter is on now, and I could use the money." I pulled out my pocketbook and paid the bill. |
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