The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No. 1004, March 25, 1899Various
General
The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No. 1004, March 25, 1899
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals
“Thanks to your kind care and attention, you mean,” responded Marielle.
Then, her voice faltering a little: “Dr. Duncan, I cannot tell you how
I have thought about it, or what it has been to me, but I can never,
never thank you sufficiently for all your goodness to my darling
mother. Oh! if I were rich I would show you my gratitude in a practical
way, but I am only poor as yet, and thanks are all I have to give you.”
They had turned into a shady alley, where they were quite alone, and as
Marielle spoke she raised her eyes, brimming with tears, to meet those
of the man at her side.
“All you have to give me, Marielle? Why, you have it in your power to
give me the greatest reward that was ever bestowed on medical man!”
Then, tenderly taking her hand in his: “Won’t you give it me, my
darling? It is yourself I want.”
Trembling all over, Marielle essayed to answer, but words would not
come. Instead she pressed the hand that held her own, and looked up
with a face like an April day, half smiles, half tears.
Magnus Duncan read her reply aright, and strained her to his heart.
“Ah!” said Marielle archly, a little later on, “you say it is your
greatest reward, but”—gravely—“I had a far greater still—once.”
“I know all about it, my darling, and it only makes me feel myself
doubly blessed in having won your love,” was Magnus Duncan’s tender
reply, as he drew Marielle’s hand within his arm and they strolled
slowly homewards.
* * * * *
“It was a very pretty wedding,” was the general remark about that which
was solemnised at St. Jude’s the following June. The bride looked
lovely in her shimmering white robes, followed by six of her pupils as
bridesmaids; and the bridegroom looked so proud and happy.
No tears were shed, for Marielle had begged there might not be, since
she was not going to be separated from her mother for long; and as
everyone was pleased and happy, why should they weep?
“If ever I marry,” had been Marielle’s remark some years before, “I
will not go crying to my husband; it would be such a poor compliment.”
And she kept her word.
R. S. C.
ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.
MEDICAL.
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