Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1878-11-07

carry death to them all.
"Why, where ShdH | go?" cried the
poor boy aloud, stopping his horse in the
middle of the road. II he went to old
DIR. Scott he could probably find shelter
for him somewhere, but he us certainly
wOuld tell his parents of his whereabouts
"Anl mother shall not knOw-not if
die without seeing hertz said Andy with
a sob
There was a ruined old house about
three miles from Warren, quite ont oI
sight of any road. Andy discovered il
one day when nutting with Duff. II,
would go there. He dismountcd, and
turned his hors Q loose. 1t gallopped
homeward. Then ;hc climbed the hili tc
the thick woods in which was the lonely
house.
Andy intended to see the doctor, hut af
ter entering the house he became too faint
and for two days and nights he lay too il
to have energy to revive Then he wOk,
from his half stupOr, his senses coming
slowly to him. He was on Il heap of straw
The broken roof let in the sunlight, ant
the shattered windows let IN the fresh
damp wind, But it grew dark tothc boyi
eyes.
This is DEATH" he muttcrcd.
He must die like Il dog, here. when they
were all happy at home! Even yet, if h,
could creep to the roadside, some passcr'
by
mo I'll not carry this plague othcm, "
said Andy, Stoutly, and then cried out
like a baby, go mother, mothcr!"
Old Duff had a habit when he was not
asleep, or too lazy, of occasionally prowl.
ing about the woods and lonely places in
the vicinity Of the village. 1t so happen.
ed that on this day, he was passing the
old house in which Andy lay, and hearing
Il movement there and a voice. he first
looked cautiously into the window, and
notwithstanding the lads swellcd face,
knew him by his voice and clothes.
"De LOhd be good to tie chile. Hyah
am ole Duff"
The old black face was close to his own.
Andy threw up his arms with Il cry of de-
light, then he h"sitatcd.
"lt'S the smallpox, buff"
Duff read what he said, rs usual, 10y
the motion Of his lips.
"lah, smallpox. I'm drcilul bad,
too, with grave face.
Aren't you airid?'
"Ortul afraid, Mass Andy"
Go away, then, turning hi- face down.
"No, sab. If de- lohd chucks old Duh
under gronnd, it kasc He's got no better
use foh him. Amt much count, noho"'.
Now less Sre what's to be- done. Duff wdS
Il iuSt-ratr nuSs 0nSt on Il time.
Duff was a iirst-ratc nurse still. In an
hour he brought back bed, food, mcdi-
cncs, and u doctor who would keep his
counsel. He mcndcd the roof, the win
dows, by the help of the doctor got a
cooking.stoyc, made fire, cooked, sat up
all night; crowded as much work into
every day as had suiliccd him for years
before.
THAT is most faithful, working
negro said the doctor, one day. when
weeks had passed and Andy wa, sitting
mp for the first time. "If it had not been
for him you would have died. ~
81 know it. When can we go home?
When will it be- safe, ioctor?'
"In two more wcel,. What does your
mother think Of yow absrncr;'
'Dutf tells me that they are terribly
alarmed, but now that he i, gone, they
think that we have run away-to see the
world"
Two weeks later, the doctors carriage
stopped at the door of the old farm house.
Mrs. Sraiorl caught sight Of Andy's wan,
changed tacc, and came ont trembling.
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