A man who
is so honest that he must trust every other man he meets is a fool,
and worse than a fool, he's not only a fool towards himself, but a
fool towards his family."
Such was an outline of the woman's soliloquy. She considered herself
the most unfortunate woman in the whole world, and wondered why it
was that some people are born to trouble while others never have a
care to ruffle their placid brow.
The kind-hearted physician watched with deep interest the welfare of
his patient.
He admired the sweet, pure face and the _spirituelle_ eyes
awaiting his coming with eager anticipation.
"You must have brooded over some mental trouble my child, and you
know _that_ is not what brings the roses to a maiden's cheek,"
and the disciple of Aesculapius once more patted the pale cheek to
force back the roseate blush of youth and beauty.
"Doctor, you surely cannot say that I am to remain here many days
longer when I am so anxious to see my father. I know that he will
get better if I can only be near him to become his nurse."
"I see where part of the trouble is, but there is a greater one
beneath that," thought the doctor as he sat writing out a
prescription.
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