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After a Shadow and Other Stories

Creator: Arthur, T. S. (Timothy Shay), 1809-1885
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"And that she has supported herself by shirt-making." "Yes." "But that she had become too feeble for work, and is dependent on a younger sister, who earns a few dollars, weekly, at book-folding." "The simple story, I believe," said the doctor. Mrs. Carleton was silent for most of the way home; but thought was busy. She had seen a phase of life that touched her deeply. "You are better for this ride," remarked the doctor, as he handed her from the carriage. "I think so," replied Mrs. Carleton. "There has not been so fine a color on your face for months." They had entered Mrs. Carleton's elegant residence, and were sitting in one of her luxurious parlors. "Shall I tell you why?" added the doctor. Mrs. Carleton bowed.


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"You have had some healthy heart-beats." She did not answer. "And I pray you, dear madam, let the strokes go on," continued Dr. Farleigh. "Let your mind become interested in some good work, and your hands obey your thoughts, and you will be a healthy woman, in body and soul. Your disease is mental inaction." Mrs. Carleton looked steadily at the doctor. "You are in earnest," she said, in a calm, firm way. "Wholly in earnest, ma'am. I found you, an hour ago, in so weak a state that to lift your hand was an exhausting effort. You are sitting erect now, with every muscle taughtly strung. When will your carriage be home?" He asked the closing question abruptly. "To-morrow," was replied. "Then I will not call for you, but--" He hesitated.