Adoption -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Social classes -- England -- Fiction
"In the years 1873-1876 I was carrying on a general
practice in a quarter of Birmingham. I was, in fact, a
sixpenny doctor, charging that sum for advice and medicine,
and having a fairly good reputation among the poorer class
of that quarter. On a certain afternoon in February,
1874"--here the witness referred to his books--"a lady
entered the surgery. She was deeply veiled, and in much
trouble. She told me that she wanted to adopt a child in
the place of her own, whom she had just lost by death. She
asked me, further, if I knew of any poor woman who would
give up her child. It was to be about fifteen months old.
She gave the date of her dead child's birth as December the
2nd, 1872. And it must have light hair and blue eyes.
"Among my patients was a woman left penniless by her
husband, who had deserted her. She wanted, above all
things, money to go in search of him. As he was an actor
in a small way, she thought it would be easy to find him
if she had money to travel with. The woman was mad with
grief. She was ready to give up the child in return for the
money she wanted. At the time, she would have given up her
own soul for the money. The child was somewhere about the
required age--a month more or less mattered little; it had
blue eyes and light hair. I made the arrangement with her.
I took the child, also by arrangement, to the Great Western
Railway Station, and gave it to an Indian ayah, who carried
it into a first-class carriage, where the lady sat. Then
the train went off, and I saw nothing more of the lady or
the child for twenty-four years.
"I did not know, nor did I ask, the lady's name or address;
only on a half-torn envelope, in which she had placed the
notes--ten five-pound notes--for the mother of the child,
was the word, 'Lady W----,' as part of an address.
"I did not know, nor did I ask, the lady's intentions. She
said she wanted to adopt a child. I arranged this for her.
I took the mother the sum of fifty pounds, and I charged
the lady a fee of three guineas. The only question we
discussed was that of heredity, and especially the danger
of the child inheriting criminal tendencies.
"Four and twenty years later I received a visit--being
then a physician practising in London--from the mother of
the child, who had remembered my name. She was anxious to
learn, if possible, what had become of her son. She had
become rich, and would willingly claim the child.
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