The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1875-07-22
Then, hardly stopping to put on he1

the way, who always had sick baby.
But no, Mrs. Donahoe didn't know
where there was a doctor who came for
nothing to visit poor people, and she
had no account of any other" And so
Nora rushed away on the wind to find a
doctors sign. She found two or three,
but the first one was away attending to a
patient; the second was ill himself and
did not go out; the third told her shortly,
without giving any reason, that he could
not go to visit her patient.
"If all the doctors be's as stony-hearted
as you l may as well go home now," said
she to herself as she stood on the sidewalk
She clasped her two little red hands to-
gether, looking in every direction as if in
search of help.
"What did you say about doctor, my
child ," said gentleman who was waiting
in an elegant carriage by the street-side,
noticing her look of distress.
"Oh, if could only find doctor, sir!
| The little one at me house is that sick I'm
afraid she'll die
Indeed! Well, I'm a physician my
self, and l will go to see the child at once
if you desire it. Your sister, suppose"
"No, sir" said she, without stopping to
give any explanation. The number is 10
Canal court, if you please. I'll be at the
door and show you the way up when you
get there; and thank you kindly, sir"
"He didn't look as if he'd be that good, ;"
she thought, as she ran toward home. Il
should "a said that he was stern-like and
stuck up, in his fine carriage, and with
his gould-headed cane; but you niver can
tell by looks"
| He was rather stern Hooking man.
Nora was half afraid of him as he came up
the rickety steps into the house He was
not so very old, but his hair was snow
white, and his features were sharp and
compressed, as if he had known trouble,
and he had a grand air which seemed to
awe the very house. Nora had brushed
| Tina's hair back from the little, flushed
face, and she lay quite still, with her
wide, fever-bright eyes fixed on the doc
| tor
liz gov oliS Si"iiSS pb li,i hlI' ehSh
started back as if in alarm.
"WhO is that child? ?" he demanded, in
a tone of more severity than the occasion
required, Nora thought.
Il don't know what her last name be's; !;
couldn't make out by what she said
| Her first names Tina"
II thought So" he said, in tone half
triumphant, half anxious. "But where
| did you find her? She's no relation of
yours, certainly" And he felt the fe-
vered pulse with more than professional
anxiety.
"Shc came here Saturday night, and we
| took her in" said Nora She was
afeared to go home COZ she'd lost her bas-
ket and her aunt hates her. She sinds her
out begging Me mother doesn't think
it be's her aunt at all, though, but some
thafe of woman that stoled her COZ she
was pretty"
The doctor bit his lips and bent very
| low over the little, PROSTATE figure.
He be's a quare man." said Nora to
herself.
"Do you think she will die, sir?" she
asked, with tears in her eyes.
II hope not, my child; but she is very
ill.," he said, in husky tones. Il am in
dcbted to you, my good girl more than
can express" he went on, for this little
beggar child is my granddaughter. Her
mother was lost to me years ago. She
married a worthless man against my will Z,
and never forgave her. When she was
dying she wrote to me, begging me to care
for her child when she was gone. did
not receive the letter for some time, as l
was in Europe then, but when | did re-
ceive it hastened home with all possible
speed. When reached here she had been
dead for nearly two months, as far as |
could learn, and | could find no trace OF
the child. have been searching for her
ever since, and despaired of ever finding
her. But as soon as my eye fell on her
face this morning l recognized her, for she
is the very image of her mother when she
was child. She has her eyes, her hair,
her forehead, her expression. We called
her Tina, too" And the strong man s
voice was broken, as if he were weeping.
&" If he have been hard to his daughter,
he repints, and may the saints forgive
him!" prayed Nora.
80 sirl" she said "there do be good
fairy in our tay-kettle, and twas she that
babe me take Nora in. l niver should a
knowed she was at the door!"
The doctor looked at her as if he
thought she was insane. But when Tina
got well she found some sympathy in her
faith in the "tay-kettle fairy" Tina was
very, very ill for time, but she got well
at last. All through her illness, though
she was delirious nearly all the time, and
did not seem to recognize anyone, she
would have no one to wait on her but
Nora Nora's hand was the only one that
could bring her relief; Nora's very pres
ence seemed to quiet her.
When she was able to be moved to the
luxurious home of her grandfather Nora
went with her, and Nora's mother also.
al want my Nora always" she said.
And the saints did pay the honest little
Irish girl tenfold for what she "spint in
charity"
There was no more climbing other
peoples stairs, no more pinching pow.
erty, no more hard work for either herself
or her mother after that; for Tina's grand
father in his gratitude could not do enough
for them. He gave them dear little
homelike cottage for their very own, fur
nished in a way that would have suited the
most fastidious; and, what was better
than anything else, it was so near to Tina
Just at the end of the garden. And be.
sides that he gave them sum of money
which seemed almost fabulous to Nora and
her mother. This was to be kept in bank
and the interest of it to support them in
their CHEEKY little home
Nora is going to school, and is growing
into perfect little lady, though the burr
will cling to her Irish tongue; and she
still holds to her faith in fairies, and cher
ishes that old tea-kettle as if it were q
golden treasure. And you may be sure
she still "spinds" in deeds of charity, fol
such warm little heart as hers could
never be made forgetful by prosperity
Albany Journal.
THE song of the mosquito is heard IN
the land-and in the sleeping-room, too
yea, and likewise out on the veranda-and
verify it doth also cause the hand of thu
moonlight pedestrian to slap himself il
the face, and wish that he (he mosquito
| .zo..z littla Of tho efiu aI,a % 1