Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-10-22

man had replied: "All right, ma'am
don't YOU go for to be afraid; ] know
all about it." But somehow his manner
was a little contemptuous; his eye
twinkled, and his mouth staggered in a
by nc means reassuring fashion. And
so he had gone his way and she did
not even know his name, which was
Potten.
And so the lady and the little invalid
went to the seaside and the latter
grew strong and plump and rosy again.
And Candace and "the man !" we're
clean forgotten.
Meanwhile, Dot had been getting on
famously with "dear Blackie." No
doubt Candace, queeno of the Ethiopians,
hadfallen considerably in the socialscale;
but it is question whether she had ever
before been treated with so much defer
ence. Dot never did anything without
consulting "dear Blackie." She OBJ
tanned that sable personage's permission
before she even dared to put into her
mouth a single piece of bread and but
ter or sip of milk and water. Nay,
the maternal authority itself had to be
backed up by the influence of the late
Queen Candace. On the third evening
of Dots possession of her treasure
"Now, Dot, it's time to go to bed !;
that's good gal" Mrs. Potten said.
"S'an we do to bed, dear Backie p
Dot asked and then she cried exult-
antly: "No, mother; dear B'ackie
says we mustn't do to bed yet, but wait
for da."
"You'd better ask dear Blackie again, !"
Mrs. Potten replied, for she was kind,
patient, and iudicious, but firm mother.
There was a short pause and then
Dot said, with a knowing laugh ::
"Dear B'ackie says we'd better d. to
bed tonight, and sit up for da some
other night.
"Ahl dear Blackie's a good sort, !"
Mrs. Potten admitted, as she proceeded
to undress her obedient little Dot.
And Dot, ere she closed her eyes in
sleep, kissed her black doll, and said,
"Dood night, dear B'ackie. bod hess
on"
That same evening Mr.. Potten, whose
avocations nearly always took him
away from home all day, and who, con-
sequently, seldom had an opportunity
of observing Dot and her ways, was
treated by her TO a little comedy, which
he, as father, found more laughter
moving than anything ever performed
by Liston, Wright or Toole. Detwas
restless, and woke up while her father
was taking his pipe and drop of beer.
And Dot insisted upon sharing his
who, she asserted, had always been ac-
customed to tobacco in "B'adie's
land" and liked beer "froffed up" or,
as Mr. Potten himself expressed it,
with head on" SO "dear Bla,kie"
was placed in sitting posture upon the
table, was propped up against a candle
stick, and in silent language, inter-
pre.cd by Dot, contributed greatly to
the hilarity of tie evening.
Lord love her little heart . ex-
claimed Potten, as he wiped te,rs of
amusement from his eyes when Dot had
sunk exhausted to sleep; "shss as
gosd as any play; that ere doll'sa for
tun' to US.
But the next evening Potten vas not
so well entertained. Dot, it appeared
had been seized with shiverng fit,
and was now sleeping heavily, breath
! ing stertoronsly, and tossing uneasiiy,
With skin as hot and dry as burning
coal. But poor people shrink from the
expense of doctor and the Pottens
resolved to see what night would bring
forth. The night brought forth sore
throat, so sore that it seemed as if Do;
would be choked. There was no help
for it doctor must be called, and Pot
ten, on his way to work, engaged one
to "look in" The doctor looked in,
and looked serious. He sent medicine,
and word that he would look in again
in the evening. In the evening he
came, and Potten was there.
Dot was one bright red flush, to the
very whites of her eyes.
:" What is it, sir, please ?" asked Pot.
ten, with white and trembling lips.
=" Well" said the doctor, il is best
to tell you, in order that you may take
precautions. 1t is very bad case OF
scarlet fever"
Potten groaned heavily, dropped down
by the bedside, and hid his face in the
clothes.
"Come, be q man," said tire doctor
touching him on the shoulder; dom,
give way like that. I've known worse
cases recover.
Potten got up and stared about him
like one distraught.
The doctor gave his directions tc
Mrs. Potten and with kind "goo6
night" departed.
The eighth day was approaching, and
Dot was In high state of delirium
There were no sweet flowers, no violets
no primroses, no daffodils Tor poor LITTLE
Dot, to catch her eye and soothe bel
senses; no grapes and no blood orange:
to moisten her parohed lips. And
whenever her fathel. drew near hel
pillow, she, when the delirious fit wa.
upon her, would turn away her face ant
mutter: "Do away, back man DE-
away, back man.
The eighth day came and passed
and Dot passed away in the twilight.
Potten had scarcely spoken a word a.
long as the fever lasted but now, al
he stood looking with a CHASTITY face
and dry, fierce eyes at the tiny corpse
before him, he said, in slow, distinct
deliberate tones: "Susan I've kille,
my child"
Mrs. Potten, for a moment, hushei
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