The Mysteries of Montreal: Being Recollections of a Female PhysicianFührer, Ch. (Charlotte)
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The Mysteries of Montreal: Being Recollections of a Female Physician
Führer, Ch. (Charlotte)
Montréal (Québec) -- Fiction; Women physicians -- Fiction
did not care for this proceeding at all, so he said he rather would keep
me for his mamma because I did not cry. I hope he never will have the
tenth part of the trial both his parents had.
For some time the now happy family stayed at Montreal, but at last
Captain Fairfield had to resume his duties, but as he would never part
from his wife and child again, he took both on the steamship with him.
The parting from the dear little child George nearly broke my children’s
hearts, who had looked upon him as their baby brother, and I promised to
myself then never to take a strange child into my house if I could not
keep it for ever, for even my old heart fretted after him.
The little girl in the asylum whom Captain Fairfield thought his child
he did not forget, but took with him to England on a later trip, where
Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, who had no family, adopted her. The nuns at St.
Pélagie were surprised when they heard of the mistake which was made,
but could never find out who was the young English girl who died alone
there. God has certainly taken care of her child, for it is in a good
home, well provided for, and much beloved. Captain, Mrs., and little
George Fairfield visited, before their final departure, the parents
of Arline Bertrand, on Bonaventure street, and informed them of their
existence. The old lady was so surprised that it took a long time to
explain, but she promised to let her daughter know all about it.
Captain Fairfield is not crossing the ocean any more, having received
the appointment as harbor-master in an English port. He does not want
his son George, who is in College yet, to show any liking for the sea.
But I hope to see once more before I die the young man whom we all loved
so dearly when a baby-boy.
* * * * *
CHAPTER XV.
The Night Bell.
My night-bell was pulled very hastily, it was about two o’clock, the
night was bright, it was autumn, and, as I hastened to see who wanted me
in such a hurry, I saw two young girls sitting on my house-door steps:
both had been running very fast, the case was urgent, and the little
rest they took before the door was opened would enable them to return
all the faster. I had hardly opened the door when both commenced to beg
me in the most imploring manner to go at once with them to see a young
woman who, as they thought, must be in great distress.
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