Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1880-12-22

gan to work for the Squire. And as for
'pearin' 'gainst him, the likes of an ould
meddlin' woman like Mother McQuade
might do 80; but he never could be that
mean for bit of joke.
So the matter was dismissed, SO far as
the police wero concerned; and Dick
went away with his father, too much
heated and ashamed to attend school that
day.
It was some time before Mr.. Winner.
ton heard the whole story; and do not
think he blamed Dick very much, al.
tho. gh he S id: "Jokes are bad things,
my dear, even among good friends. .
And Dick was very sure his father wrote
a very nice excuse to the teacher, al
though he did not see it.
The next morning he intended toavoid
Sandy's corner, but Sandy met him, and
his wife was with him. Evidently they
had been Watching for him.
"Here ye are now for gentleman,
and We'll be wanting you to come into
the house when We come home, for it's
as pretty puppy as ye iver laid eyes on
my old woman has for yOu.'
"Oh! Sandy, is it all mine?'
"Yours when We git it, my man; and
Mollie Nc Quade ill be learning some
day that tellin' tales is no good whin she
can't see gintleman's son inside of a
jacket"
Dick went to school buoyant, and the
moment it was dismissed away he flew
| 70 Co,,1v9o COLLAR fo,. %1,o
a homel y, pug-nosed bit of dog, with
a rough bit OF leather tied about it's
throat. But Dick considered him a
beauty. He had hardly time to think
of the surroundings, he was SO eager to
get home and show his prize. Then
there was so much to do. Doggie must
have collar and a name, to say nothing
of kennel. And Dick was regular
boy, anxious to do everything at once
or to have it done for him. At dinner
that night his father wanted to know
what sort of a home Sandy had.
II don't know" said Dick "You
see, I only wanted the dog. But guess
there's sick man there, and q little girl
that isn't Sa ndy's, cause he said so.
And Sandy's wife is little bit Of a
woman"
! "Do they seem to have everything
they need?'' asked Mrs. Winnerton.
"Just think Of spending ones day in
cellar!''
81 don't know what they have" said
Dick; "only Sandy's wife put some bread
on the table, and said: That's the best
I can do for you. my man. And Sandy
just sat down to eat it when I came away"
4b,,,1- will coll Dc,:,1 NJ. U1:,,o,,
ton, "on my way down town."
Mr.. Winnerton did call, and found Mrs.
Dooley at home, for she was feeding the
sick man some oatmeal cruel when her
visitor entered.
"Ah! Mrs. Dooley, said he, 81 want
to tell you how much obliged I am for
your kindness to my boy"
"He's fine boy, your honor"
Gle is very fond of his new pet.
What! have you sick man here?"
eyes, your honor. You see he was
neighbor of ours; and he was took down
wild the fayver. And so we are doing the
best we can for him.
'And is this his child?'
"No, yer honor. You see, she's
motherless child, sheis; and, as her mother
died in the room above, and was kind to
me--many's the night, when was tired,
sharing her tea wild me why 1 seq to
Sandy, seq I: Its only bit sup she'll
be takin', and I'll not mind another
washin' or two for the sake Of keepin'
her. And so she has come to us. And
a good child she is, too. Go see the gin
tleman, Norah, dar]int."
The child crept up slowly md looked
into the gentlemans face, while Mrs.
Doolcy wiped off char and handed it
to her visitor.
"Come, Norah," said he kindly. II
have three little girls Of my own. Come
anil see me"
With timid grace the child drew nearer
and nearer. She was pretty creature,
with clear, fresh complexion, and large
dreamy eyes. MIR. Winnerton took the
little one on his knee and showed her his
watch, all the time intently watching the
sick man and the woman who Was minis
tering to him.
The invalid had long since passed the
critical fever stage, and was now fargone
in consumption. All Mrs. Dooley's
motherly kindness could not save him.
Mr.. Wlnnerton wondered how he could
best help him. But it was delicate
task to intrude on the good Irish wo-
mans missionary labor; and Mr.. Win
merton was gentleman, and your true
hearted gentleman would not willingly
wound fly. He chatted few mo-
ments with Mrs. Dooley, petted the little
girl, and at last left, after putting a five
dollar bill on the table, as birthday
present for little Norah.
"Her birthday has passed, your
honor" said Mrs. Dooley, in her
straightforward fashion.
"Then keep it for the next Mrs.
Dooley; or spend it in ministerlng to
your patient" said MI. WiDnerton, as
he bounded up the steps, glad to get out
of the damp, sickening atmosphere.
There was much to tell his wife, when
he reached home; and many plans were
discussed to help the family of Sandy,
before one was decided upon. The first
question was: Could the sick man be
moved to more comfortable place?
The doctor said yes, and in less than
week he was resting comfortable in a
sweet, clean room OF the city hospital.
Mrs. Dooley did not like to give up her
charge; but she was persuaded to do so
"ueu COlu IL was IOf lis gOOO; ana she
VAS soon consoled by an invitation to
work for week at Mrs. Winnerton's
getting ready for the holidays. Of
course, Norah went with her-bright lit
tie Norah, with her pretty face and mod
est manner. And Sandy was there too;
for Mr.. Winnerton had suddenly dis
covered great scarcity Of wood in his
shed, and Grandma Winnerton must have
a wood fire in her room, elf it took her
last cent
What grand times they had in the
kitchen; nights, with cook and coach
man! How they told stories and laughed,
while the children kept Norah up stairs;
and everybody declared it was nicer to
live just a little way out Of town, and
then people could stay all night. The
| DOOlevs were to stav over Christmas