The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-01-15

the tall horses back. and indeed he was
''a wee bit pawky body" as was said of
Tommy Moore. But, bless me! he was
as pompous and self-important as
though he had found the place to stand
on, and could move the world with his
little lever. A red handkerchief care
fully pinned across his chest showed
that he had lungs and a mother. His
boots were polished to the last degree.
His pink and beardless face betrayed
his youth; and his voice-ah! his voice!
What treasure it would have been
could he have let it out to masqueraders!
Whether it was just changing from that
of youth to that of man, or whether,
like reading and writing, it ''came by
nature" l can't tell. One instant it
was deep and bass, the next, squeaking
and soprano. No even tenor about that
voice!
He held out his hand, with, "GOOD
MORNING, Mrs. RuckleSto1se. I hope
THE BABY HAS NOT HAD an at
tack?"
popped into the dining-room to gig
gle, but little well-bred Mabel did not
even smile.
The Doctor offered to see him at once.
Mabel got up to lead the way. Up to
this moment warrant it had not struck
her as anything out of the way that she
must invite DIR. Jex to climb a ladder
and crawl through window to get at
his patient. But as she looked at him,
speechless, spotless, gloved, scented,
curled, then at the ladder leaning against
the wall in disreputable, rickety sort
of way, a sense of incongruitv seemed
borne.in on her soul. To add to her
distress and my hilarity, we saw that
Uncle Brimmer had hung out of the
window some mysterious under-rigging
that he wore. Long, red, and ragged,
it ''faunted in the breeze" as pictur-
esquely as the American flag on Fourth
of July.
81 am afraid, Doctor, it will be lit
tie AWKWARD" faltered Mabel; "Uncle
Brimmer is up there's" and she waved
her lily hand.
cam you'll have ter cline de ladder"
put in Nanky Pal, with disrespectful
chuckle.
1 thought the little Doctor gasped;
but he recovered himself gallantly, and
said:
GAS A BOY HAVE CLIMBED
trees, and THINK 1 CAN ASCEND A
ladder as a man, and he smiled hero
ically.
We watched him. He was encum-
bered by the saddle-bags, but he man
aged very well, and had nearly reached
the top, when suddenly Uncle Brim-
mer's head and shoulders protruded,
giving him the look of snail half out
of its shell.
"Here's my pulse, Doctor" he cried,
blandly, extending his barred arm.
"'Tain't no place for you up here. An
here's my tongue" Then out went his
tongue for DIR. Jex's inspection.
The Doctor settled himself on rung
of the ladder, quite willing to be met
half way. Professional inquiries began,
when
"a deep sound struck like a rising knen."
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Mabel;
"what is that?''
Nanky Pal sprang up, with distended
eyes, almost letting the baby fall.
Again
NEARER, clearer, deadlier than before"
"Sakes alive! Miss Mabel,' cried
Nanky, sole Mr.. Simmons's bulls done
broke loose!"
She was right. A moment more, and
in rushed the splendid angry beast, bel
lowing, paving the ground, shaking his
evil, lowered head as if the devil were
contradicting him.
DR.. Jex turned scared face. NV
lord bull caught sight of the fiuttering
red rags, and charged the side of the
house. And | give you my word, the
next instant the ladder was knocked
from under the Doctors feet, and he was
clinging frantically round the neck of
Uncle Brimmer.
Fearful moment!
"Pull him in, Uncle Brimmer-pull
him I'M" shrieked Mabel, dancing
about.
81 can't honey-I can't" gasped the
choking giant; "I'm st1cb."
"HoJd me UP" cried the Doctor.
"SEND FOR help."
Uncle Brimmer seized him by the
arm-pits. The saddle-bags went clat-
tering down, and about the head of
Master Bull cloud of quinine, calomel,
boNcI anu ulVofS OtneT powders anu
pills, broke in binding confusion.
"Aunt Patsey, 90 for Mr.. Hucklestone
at once" called Mabel.
Aunt Patsey looked cautiously out
from the kitchen door. eyer don't
ketch me in de yard wild ole Simmons's
BULL" she said, with charming indie
pendence.
"Then l shall send Nanky Pal"
elf Nanky Pal goes outen dat house
I'll break every bone in her body"
Then Mabel began to beg: "Aunt
Patsey. let her 60, please. IN give you
a whole bagful of quilt pieces, and my
ruby red polonaise that you begged me
for yesterday
Aunt Patsey's head came out little
further. cam what else?'
"And ruffied pillow-sham, said
Mabel, almost in tears, sand some white
sugar, and l. Il make you hat-and that s
all. Now."
az reckon OATS about as much as de
chile is wuth," said the philosophic
mother. "Let her CO."
"Fly! fy!" cried Mabel.
81 amt skeered," said Nanky. "I
amt dat sort. Nanny amt nuther.
She was jes' waitin' ter see how much
you'd give"
Nanky's bare legs scudded swiftly
across the yard. The bull took no no.
tice of her. He was still stamping and