Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1878-04-11
Tammx PER1WINKLE,s STAR.
BY REV. E. A. RAND.

up stairs? Mighty sacred We are!'
And, Mistress Crowley, who should be
particular but meself? And I have good
mind to say to ye that it's none of your
concern as iver had to say yer name is
Crowley. But I will say that the boy only
came yesterday, at this very hour in the
day. And his name is Timmy Peri
winkle'
A pair of wrinkles, Miss Flannigan?'
'Per-i-win-kl4. And where's yer ears?
Swallowed them, sure, when ye opened
that big mouth of yers. And this poor
boy is mitherless lad. And his father
has gone, too, all to be with the Blessed
Virgin let Tim have the room in the
attic for a bit of money, and he gets an
honest living by blackin' gintleman's
boots. There fur ye!'
After which escape of pent-up steam
the bosom of Biddy Flannigan felt re-
lieved. Her tongue soon went on chat
tering again.
But | wonder where the lad is? 'Tis
time he should be stirrin'. I'll spake gint-
ly to him. And her stout voice rang up
the steep, dark stairs like sea captains
shouting to his men high up on the yards.
The next thing was to propel her bulky
body up after the voice, and show her
face at the door of Timmy's room. The
latter ran far under the caves and was a
poorly furnished pen for a human being.
In one corner stood bed, and near it
light, nnpainted stand. The only other
piece of furniture was a bit of looking
glass above the stand. Such 'swate face
as Timmy's, Biddy thought, ought to see
itself once in a while; so she broke her
own not capacious mirror, and slyly stuck
a fragment in Timmy's retreat.
In the bed was lying little fellow,
perhaps eleven years old, with fair,
beautiful face, as if one of Raphael's
cherubs were smiling out of it.
why, Jimmy, its eight o'clock, livery
bit of it, and ye've lost the morning train.
Its ye that should be riding in it, and not
be blacking the dirty boots coming out of
it. Ye're too good for yer calling. Well,
Timmy. We shall ride in Hivin.'
4 don't know, Miss Flannigan, as they
have cars in Heaven answered Timmy,
smiling. However, I'll get up. But come
first and see the star I've found, and he
pointed up to the roof.
a star, childer? Ye're crazy
He only laughed and said; Put your
face here and look
Biddy lowered her face down to the
boys something like the red harvest moon
in the east STOPPING to white star. %
ow-ow 1 see. Its crack in the ruff
That's my star. Pm glad 1 have found
it. That helps me. 1 am going to follow
it,
Follow it, cbilder? And if yer get up
there, lad, yen tumble off and break
yer neck
Tim laughed, and said he didn't mean
that, but wanted his life to be nobler.
Fire! Fire! Fire!' rang out voice in
the court
whats that? asked Jimmy, putting
his head out of the window.
Its in the next street, shouted little
Billy Cfowly from the court below.
Timmy was now ready for any outdoor
excitement, and he scampered down stairs
to join that volunteer fire brigade rushing
at any alarm from every street, court and
alley. 1t was poor, miserable tenement
house burning in the next street.
Why said Timmy to himself, that
was our old home before Mother died.
The flames were darting out of the upper
windows, sharp, pointed, Kissing. 1t
seemed as if snakes nest had been stir
red up, and 4 tirery head was at every
opening above.
There was poor German woman run
ming about and shrieking: 'NIein babe
Mein babe! Who will brink mein babe p
At the same time she was pointing to an
open door on the first floor.
Timmy was looking on. Perhaps you
can save the babel was the thought whis-
pering within. You know the place the
woman means. Your home was in there
Follow your STAR
In moment little boy was seen dart
ing in the door, and quickly came out
| again, with baby in his arms. His ia
miliarity with the spot and the cries OF
the child had accurately guided him. In
a few minutes that entry was a roaring
furnace, and Timmy's effort came none
too soon. The mother was profuse in hel
gratitude, while the crowd shouted; bu
Timmy slipped away and ran home
The excitement had tired him and hi!
frame was chilled by the water dripping
about the building that the tfremen il
vain tried to save.
'Oh, Tim!' cried Biddy, where hav
We been? Wet as kitten inst out of tht
wather and yer face smoked black as
herrin'.'
Timmy briefly told his story and stol
up stairs. What u hero he was that da
in the court.
But the next morning he woke up wit
a sharp headache and he was hot with fe
yer. The doctor came. He said ther
was lung trouble, Inflammation, and h
must be very careful. All through I'll
: fever his Irish landlady and her frien
nursed him. They and his star were
great comfort to him. He never tired
: looking up at the roof, where flashed IL
little strip of silver light. All sorts
fancies took wing within him and ho'
cred before his brain. The snow can
down one day and sifted white line VI
, on the floor. The women, Biddy and Mr.
Crowly, wanted to stop up the hOl
No. said Timmy, that's where the
white feet touched the floor
sWhose fate?'
'The aDgels'.'
FHe has the oldest consates,' murmur'
Biddy to Mistress Crowley.
Timmy didn't rally. The fever pro
y trated him like flower-stalk that tt
storm does not kill outright, but leaves
weak that it will not raise it's head. o.
day Biddy came to Mistress Crowley
door and uttered 'whistv intended
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