The Newtown bee., 1880-07-21


 was only hospital, was not going to De without its romance after all.
 He goes to his shop every mornin', ]" said Mrs. Blyster, irrelevantly, as she brightened up the fire day or two later.
 .He? WhoP' asked, stupidly. Mrs. Blyster started like a child caught at the cookies.
 l jest see that man over there," and she nodded in the direction of the back window. < see him 8 splittin' some kin lins an then 8 goin' off to his work l rayther guess he's a carpenter, but mebba its 8 mason, or mebbe it's shoe maker"
 Sure enough!" I rejoined. seBut what difference does ii make to you, Mrs. Blysterp"
 Law!' said Mrs. Blyster, bridling; "you haven't no interest in your fellow bein's. Now here's a poor man, as likely a man as I've seen this many a long day, gone and a-lost his wife-the dearest creetur to him prob'ly in the world" And Mrs. Blyster's voice choked up. And you haven't no more sympathy with him than nothin' in the world"
 There was an eloquence of reproach in this which quite silenced me--though I feebly protested my innocence-and | tiiS ooDJSOo W do oloppCd-
 Sunday, however, was the grand day for Mrs. Blyster's observation, for then the inexpensive he "-it was a real trial to her that she did not know his name-was at home all day. She 1 speculated on his name great deal. There's a bearin' about his mien," said that lady with some sentiment, "that seems to sorter show he hain't got no common name; now 1 know he hain't got no name like Smith,"
 Pm afraid we never shall know" lsaid, soberly; "pm getting well very fast, Mrs. Blyster."
 giving me an affectionate hug. "Yes you be; an Pm glad enough if it do put me out of job. But likely the doctor Fl get me here again"
 "Oh. yes!'' said; '' but what do you think that mans name is nowP"
 Mrs. Blyster returned to the subject with evident alacrity.
 Likely 'taint nothin' like Perkins ?" she said, interrogatively. The Perkinses were great family, who lived near by in a grand mansion.
 sYou know l haven't seen him." I said, half ashamed of drawing out the dear, old creature just for my own amusement. '' Perhaps it might be Crippen." The Crippen's lived further down the street and, though notso aris- tocratic as the Perkinses, had still claims to consideration.
 That just about suits him" said good Mrs. B1yster, with some enthusiasm. Mr. Crippen! That sounds quite like him. declare Pm ashamed at my age, but rainy as 'tis 1 could really almost put on my gums anc go out; feel so kinder anxious to git hold of his name." | I nor l1nft hpln lanuhinr Mrc Blyster," l said, "I do hope you will know some day, and if I ever find out I'll tell you"
 I Something in my manner quite in- jured her feelings.
 II s'pose you think Pm silly" she said. in a hurt way; but, indeed, he's a very nice man."
 "I know he is, dear Mrs. Blyster," I said, penitently. And I'm every bit in earnest, and want you to promise to make me some of that famous toast of have much more of it''-for was aI- most we'll. This cleared good Mrs. Blyster's face in 8 moment, and she hastened to set out the cherubs and gillyflowers and ran to get the toaster. Two days later l was to go. The bills were paid and the carriage was ordered, and Sarah Blyster and 1 were sitting before the pleasant fire having a farewell chat, when suddenly in burst one of the maids.
 Mrs. Blyster," she said, in an agi- tated voice, .'the doctor wants you right away. There's a carpenter lives back here on the little back street, and he's fell off the roof Oh! it's awful. saw him. and mebby he'll get well an mebbe he won't.'
 Mrs. Blyster's rosy face grew percep- tibly paler and her comfortable hand felt cold as it touched mine. "It's him. miss. MT. Grip" she checked herself, 'sbut likely that aim his name. And, miss, 1 do believe there' Providence in it, and here Pm goin to find out his name without havin' to put on my guns at all; but, merey!" for she had suddenly realized that there WAS no time to Iuminate, "I hope he nursin' II 8 save him! Goodbye, miss --yes I'll call up to Simses sometimes. Bless your heart, ;" and Mrs. Blyster was gone.
 So went back again to school. The fever had not spread and everything was IS quiet and stupid as ever. Some times letters came, and I spent the vaca- tion with my mothers friends in dis tant place. I forgot almost that I had ever had the scarlet fever or had been under the care of good, efficient Mrs. Blyster. The fall term began and Thanksgiving was close upon us when handed me. 8 card upon which was printed: z Mrs. Sarah Blyster.n Then it all came back to me, and I rushed into the reception-room to give the good creature 8 loving embrace which quite upset her, and made her wipe her kindly, susceptible eyes-and to ask, the first thing: How's the carpenter that was hurt?n
 Mrs. Blyster blushed violently, and said, with 8 simper:
 You hain't a-forgot, sure's I live.n 4.Of course haven't, said, warmly. T take 9 great deal of interest in my l fellow beings, in spite ofyour thinking I don't. How is heP"
 Law. miss, he want hurt so awful bad; still,n raising her eyebrows and | looking serious, s' he was pretty sick for awhile, and he broke a ieetle bone in his foot, which makes him rather lame." But what's his name?" inter- rupted, impatiently.
 That's it,n said Mrs. Blyster, inn pressively. Wasn't it strange enough you should a-said Crippenp knew l twan'I no common name, and it ain't. 1 t's CrimptOn; now don't that sound mostly like Crippenp" It does, indeed,'' I said, trying to 1 look as surprised as I felt I ought to. But how did you get alongP" Ohr blushing again, i we got along irst-rate, and that's what come to tell you. We-that is-well, miss-I de- clare" and good Mrs. Blyster looked | like fifteen-year-old girl with her first beau. come a-expectin' to ask you . |, a-known all the circumstances from the start tO-tO--n