Faith Gartney's Girlhood

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rse's carpetbag. He got back, now, often, in the daytime, to his old nursery quarters, where his father liked to hear his

ng mending, with a little fun an

' stand for?"

traight over the stand, and looked a little amazed, as if she had almost forgotten, herself. But it came o

r with an earnest gratitude that was restless to prove itself, and that welled up in every glance and tone she gave Miss Sampson, there were a certain respect and interest that could n

ts violent attack were telling upon him now, in the scarcely less perilous prostration that followed. And Mrs. Gartney had quite given out since the excessive tension of nerve and feeling had relaxed. She was almost ill enough to be regularly nursed herself. She alternated between her bed in the dressing room and an easy-chair opposite her husband's, at

eaf or so at a time, as she had accidental opportunity, yet whose every pa

a leaf, one da

came you, at first,

seemed to come over Miss Sampson

he very toughest so

ked up, s

nursing more than twenty years. You must have be

y plain indication that He hadn't laid out that kind of a life for me. So then I just looked around to find out what better He had for me to do. And I hit on the very work I wanted. A tr

d of it all, and long for so

uldn't have been tied down to a common, easy sort of life. I want something to fight and grapple with; and I'm thankful there's been a way opened for me to do good

very worst and hardest

ness. Somebody's got to nurse smallpox, and yellow fever, and raving-distracted people; and I know the Lord made me fit to do

where have yo

t, and I've had it, and nursed it again. I've been in the

ght to take the hardest th

reasonable lot of fowls to let 'em! No. The Lord portions out breasts an

when he came; and, to do her justice, it was

u're as fresh as the day. What pulls down other folks seems

such thing! And if it was, I'

e, would say. Don't tell me a woman is ev

in the world to wear off my young looks long ago! And any woman ought to be ashamed that gets to be thirty and upw

ampson out. "There are some faces that take till thirty, at least, to bring out all their possibilities of good looks, an

growing ugly. Some folks grow old from the inside, out; and some fr

est below may branch out gre

pretty looks, and becoming dresses, and who danced with who at the "German" last night, and what a scrape Loolie Lloyd had got into with

apers, with a thought toward business; and then Miss Sampson would display her carpetbag, and make a show of picking

you that much leave of absence, and then we'l

o, Mr. Gartney, you've got to behave. I won't have them

ended in the accounts and the c

Mr. Gartney's illness, when, after a few days' letting a

Braybrook up here this afternoon. I dropped things just w

oked at his p

this year? What I ought to tell you to do would be to send business to the rig

hat you're talkin

the subject. I feel pretty ce

fternoon. The next morning, however, he came,

tbag, and go back to her air-tight stove and solitary