Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-05-14


me-here, you fels, take bite-it's many
an orange and stick of candy and bit of pie
we've divided atween us afore this. Poor
little Kit He knowed as how liked 'em.
Here, you take squeeze as he handed 1t
back.
But the boys wouldn't touch it, and the
sick patient put it under his pillow. Then
he said, in a strange, quivering voice ;,
az want you fels to look after Kit, and
don't you forget it; when / gets well III
pay back every cent; but it'll be long
time, fer I'm all mashed in he's little
Eel and needs lookin' arter. Now, boys,
don't 90 back on me, will you =
"You needn't worry about Kit, said
the spokesman of the two. looking away,
and digging violently at the floor; hes
all rite. y
Lord, am tired, said the sick boy.
''If it wasn't for Kit I'd as leve die as get
well; but promised mother as how I'd
allus take care OF the little chap, and I've
done it and he wasn't cut up nor. bruised
nor nuthin' when they pulled him out'n
from under the boss hoofs."
"Wasn't cut up nor bruised nor nothin', !"
echoed the visitor with his back to the bed.
"Good Jes' .you look arter him till
get outer this and I'll work my fingers off
| for We. Lord, how dead tired | am.
He drifted away to sleep and the two
boys lett without waking him. but before
! they went one OF them sliped little
leather bag OF marbles in his hand and the
other put few pennies wrapped in dirty
bit OF newspaper close by, where he would
see them on waking.
He'll.think Kit sent EN-, said one, as
they softly retreated; they were in Kits
pocket when the policeman found him-to
think he doesn't know"
That night when the hospital doctor
went his rounds he found the new boy
wide awake but very still. To the familiar
eye OF the physician his symptoms were
clearly defined.
well, my boy he said kindly what
can I do for you 2"
The boys face lighted up. 81 want to
see Kit-send for Kit"
Yes, yes, answered the doctor hasti,
ly; g bat you must wait until morning.
II don't-think -can-sir. | guess
Tn booked fort other-place. 1t would
be all right-ef it wasn't for Kit. Bat
promised mother I'd take care of him, and
what'll he do without me ? l can't leave
Kit.
The death dew was on his forehead. He
beat his hands helpiessly on. the white
spread, while mis- pale lips continued te
murmar, 81 can't leave Kit ("
The physician sat down by him, II I!
against the rules of hospital to hold much
converse with the dying, or even to notify
those who are in extremes of the approach
of death but this was a child doctor
aaSDToad tho raenonsihiIitv
+" My boy, if you knew that you coult
not get well, would you feel very sorry 2
Not for myself only for Kit.
"But if [ told you that Kit was vel
taken care Of that rich and kind fathel
had sent for him and giyek him a beautifu
home"
Now your gassin, said the dying boy
with bis old fervor. Dad amt that sort
wouldn't speak to him eff he cum back,
No earthly father, dear boy, but {
heavenly one the priest has told you O
him, and the home he gives his children
He it is who has sent for Kit"
The sick boy made up his parched lip'
to whistle. W-h-e.w," he said brokenly
: Kits dead-killed after all, when | tried
so hard to save him =
be was dead when they took him up,
said the doctor, "and not a bruise, nor ;
broken limb-the shock killed him, ant
he is safe now with his Master-don't yor
believe thatg
But the boy did not heed him his lip
moved family, and the doctor bending
down heard him say again, g Kits dead !
Then there was long silence, and befor'
he left the doctor turned the white shee
over the tranquil face, and Kit and hi
brother were together again.