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in advance, her clumsy charger stumbled badly, 

 throwing her over its head to the ground, where she 

 struck heavily. I being the nearest raised her up, 

 and, finding her insensible, carried her without aid 

 into the hotel, and then, aided by her husband, to her 

 apartment. The country doctor was sent for, and we 

 were much alarmed, and gave up the excursion. The 

 next day Mrs. Brown became the mother of a daughter, 

 the arrival being somewhat in advance of expectations, 

 accelerated by the unfortunate accident. Years rolled 

 by, a quarter of a century, and although I met Mr. 

 Brown occasionally I never saw his wife or daughter, 

 until I met him one summer at a Long Branch hotel, 

 twenty-five years after the Upton incident, when I 

 learned of the death of his wife, and that his daughter, 

 then married, was at our hotel with her husband. 

 That evening I was presented to her as an old friend of 

 her father's, and was left in conversation with her. 

 After a while I expressed my pleasure in seeing her, 

 not only as the daughter of my old friend, but from 

 the fact of once having carried her in my arms, with- 

 out ever having seen her, or having her see me, I 

 most naturally experienced more than an ordinary 

 satisfaction. She gazed upon me with a look of sur- 

 prise and requested a repetition of my remarks, and 

 afterwards said she then had doubts of my sanity. 

 I told her briefly the story of the accident and of my 

 carriage of her mother to the hotel and of the unex- 

 pected denouement. 



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N these reminiscences I shall ramble more or less 

 in the remembrances of the past as they arise in my 



