The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1874-10-15

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sBut IL Pm not well, Why can't ]
90 on having Candace to sleep with
me ~ asks the Invalid.
"CaDdace has gone away darling"
HWhere to mum?
''I don't know, Darling. She was
taken away by the mau when he took
What will he do to her, mum ?
Cure her ?'' rT ,.r.ttt
81 hope SO, dear"
HTben why can't have her back
when she's cured, dear mum ?"
because, though she might not do
you any harm, dear, it's safer, on ac-
get rid Of her aitogether.
"Poor Candacel hope she'll soon
get WELL" nurmured the invalid
sleepiIy. 8 I hope" she added, "that
she'll not make any other little girl
as III as have BEEN" - - ,
81 sincerely hope not" said the
lady ferventIy, but IN very low
voice, so as not to disturb the little
invalid, who was doing on"
Candace, Queen Of the Ethiopians,
was the name which the little inva-
fid had given her favorite plsything,
black doll. It had been included
among q number of articles which
''the mani had carried on to be de-
stroyed or toured y as the little invs-
lid would have said. The lady knew
nothing of the man, but that he
had been authorstively recommended
as q regular practitioner In such mat.
ters- She bad paid him well. and had
strongly advised him to destroy every
thing, or at aBy rate, TO bake, smoke,
steam, boil, and disinfect everything
thoroughly. Unless he faithfully
promised TO do at least the latter, she
would see il she could not find some
other means of riddance. And "the
man" hsd replied "All right, MAJ
am don't you 20 for to he afraid;
know ali about it," But somehow
MS manner was q little cOntemptu-
Jus; his eye twinkled, and his mouth
sniggered IN by no means reassur-
ing fashion. And SO he had gone his
way and she did not know even his
name, which was Potten. ss5 tea mi
And so the lady and tue little inva.
Id went to the seaside; and grew
strong and plump and rosy again.
And CaHdace and "the man" were
clean forgotten. .--f
Meanwhile, Dot had been getting
on fam0usly with "dear Blackie.n
No doubt Candace, Queen Of the Ethi-
0piaus, had fallen C. .nsiderably in the
social scale; but il is a question wheth-
er she had ever before been trated
with such Difference. Dot never did
anything without consulting Adear
BIaekie." She obtained that sable
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even dared to put into her mouth q
single piece OF bread and butter or a
sip Of milk and water. Nay, the ma
tefnal authority itself had to be back
ed up by the influence OF the late
Queen Csndace. On the third eve
ming of Dots possession Of her treas
ure, "Now, Dot, it's time TO 90 to
bed that's good gall" Mrs Botten
said.
"S'll we do to bed, dear B'ackie ?''
Dot asked and then she cried exult-
Ingly: "NO, Mother dear B'ackie
says we mustn't do to bed 'et, but
wait for da."
You'd better ask dear BIackie
again." Mrs. Potten replied, for she
was a kind, patient, and judicious but
tirm mother.
There was short pause, and then
Dot said, with knowing laugh: "Dear
B'ackie says we'd better do TO bed TO-
night, and sit up for ds some other
night"
"AhI dear Blackie's q good soIt,n
Mrs. POtten admitted, as she proceed
ed 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'sckie. Dod b'ess'
ou."
That same evening, Mr.. Potten,
whose avOcstions nearly always took
uim away from home all day, and
who, consequently, seldom had an
opportunity Of observing Dot and her
ways, was treated by her to little
comedy which he as q father, found
more laughter-moving than anything
ever performed by Liston, Wright, or
Toole. Dot was restless, and woke
up while her father was taking his
pipe and drop of beer,
And Dot insisted upon. his sharing
his pipe and beer with "dear Blackie,"
who, she asserted, had slways been
accustomed TO tobacco in "B'ackie's
land" and liked beer "froffed up,n or,
as Mr.. Potten himself expressed it,
with a head on" So "dear Blackiei'
was placed in a sitting posture upon
the table, was propped up against a
candiestiek, and In q silent language,
interpreted by Dot, contributed great
ly to the hilarity Of the evening.
"LOrd love her little heart pc ex-
claimed Potten, as he wiped tears of
amusement from his eyes when Dot
had sunk exhausted to sleep ''she's
as good as any play |; that ERE dolls q
iortun' to u.s."
But the next evening Potten was
not SO well entertained. Dot, 1t ap-
peared, had been seized with q shiY-
ering fit and was now sleeping heavi-
iy, breathing stertoriously, and toss
ing uneasily, with skin as hot and dry
as a burning coal But poor people
shrink from the expense of a doctor; !;
and the POttens resolved to see what
night would bring fort1. The night
brought forth q sore throat, so sore
that it seemed as IL Dot would be
choked. There was no help for it; q
doctor must be called, and Potten, on
his way to work, engaged one to
'1ook in" The doctor looked In, and
looked serious. He sent medicine,
and word that he would look in again
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
Potten, with white and trembling
lips.
to tell you, in order that you may
take precautions. It's a 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 the doctor,
touching him on the shoulder; "don'r
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 to
Mrs. POtten, and with q kind "good
night" departed.
The eighth day was approaching,
and Dot was in high state of de-
iirium. There were no sweet flowers,
no viOlets, no primroses, no daffodils
for poor little Dot, to catch her eye
and soothe her senses no grapes and
no bloOd-oranges to moisten her poor
parched lips. And, whenever her
father drew near her pillow, she,
when the delirious at was upon her,
would turn away her face and mutter:
"Do away, back man; do away,
back man 90
The eighth day came and passed |;
and Dot passed away in the twilight.
Potten had scarcely spoken q word
as long as the fever lasted but now
as he stood looking with q CHASTITY
face and dry, fierce eyes at tue tiny
corpse before him, he said, in slow /,
distinct, deliberate tones: "Susan,
I've killed my chilli"
Mrs. Potten, for q moment, hushed
her sobs, and stared at him in blank
amaZement.
"Look here" continued Potten, in
low, husky tones "I knowed there'd
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