The Cash Boy by Horatio Alger
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"Quite weak, Frank," she answered in a low voice. "I have had a severe
attack." "Let me go for the doctor, mother." "I don't think it will be necessary, Frank. The attack is over, and I need no medicines, only time to bring back my strength." But three days passed, and Mrs. Fowler's nervous prostration continued. She had attacks previously from which she rallied sooner, and her present weakness induced serious misgivings as to whether she would ever recover. Frank thought that her eyes followed him with more than ordinary anxiety, and after convincing himself that this was the case, he drew near his mother's bedside, and inquired: "Mother, isn't there something you want me to do?" "Nothing, I believe, Frank." "I thought you looked at me as if you wanted to say something." "There is something I must say to you before I die." "Before you die, mother!" echoed Frank, in a startled voice. "Yes. Frank, I am beginning to think that this is my last sickness." "But, mother, you have been so before, and got up again." "There must always be a last time, Frank; and my strength is too far reduced to rally again, I fear." |
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