. Stories of a country doctor . else out of the room. As the widow hadbeen paddling for more than an hour in the disagreeableand uncertain waters of assumed unconsciousness Iwished to give her a chance to come ashore. She mut-tered some more, and then talked:^ Oh, father, dear father, Come home with me now, I added in an aside to my part-ner. Theyhave beenpilin bigrocks on yourOphelia. Ophelia!ye gods, thisis high trag-edy, in an-other aside I RECEIVED HER WITH APPLAUSE AND A WASH Oh, fath- BAsiN. er, come (where my love lies dreaming, aside) And take your poor child home. Then she did the fin
. Stories of a country doctor . else out of the room. As the widow hadbeen paddling for more than an hour in the disagreeableand uncertain waters of assumed unconsciousness Iwished to give her a chance to come ashore. She mut-tered some more, and then talked:^ Oh, father, dear father, Come home with me now, I added in an aside to my part-ner. Theyhave beenpilin bigrocks on yourOphelia. Ophelia!ye gods, thisis high trag-edy, in an-other aside I RECEIVED HER WITH APPLAUSE AND A WASH Oh, fath- BAsiN. er, come (where my love lies dreaming, aside) And take your poor child home. Then she did the finest piece of acting I ever sawon or off the stage. As I was lifting her back after one of her ineffectualattempts to sta74 the plantar fascia, she suddenly opened. Sham Suicides. 263 her eyes and then, with a startled look and drawing inher breath and lifting her hands deprecatingl}, she ex-claimed : Oh, you are not father; who are you? No, I am not father, I am just father pi-o down, my dear, youll take cold. The widow recovered, sold out her millinery in bulkand went out in the country to remain a while with akind family which belonged to that branch of the churchwhich had championed her cause. About a month after-ward they began to tire of her and informed her thatthey could not keep her longer. On that night I re-ceived an urgent call to go out and see her as she wassupposed to be dying. I knew that she was not, but Iwent out. On arriving at the place I was met at thedoor by the kind hearted lady of the house (a most no-ble and beautiful character of a good, religious wife andmother) who was trembling and weeping. She hur-riedly told me that she had that afternoon told the wid-ow that she could not keep her longer; soon afterwardthe
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