The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-03-10

I turned, and stood confessed in my
enjoyment of the sense of sight before
the-genial Fubsey.
| "No, Mr.. Fubsey," / said, picking
up the dog: "no, my dear sir; am not,
in the sense you supposed. But con-
fess / have been very blind to every
other consideration but a mothers sollc-
itude for a sick and lonely child. L
I know, sir, that ought to have sent this
l9Ciog back to you directly-before you
discovered the mistake under which you
so kindly gave it to me-but my little
| boy here was just then recovering from
a long and troublesome Illness, and,
thinking it would amuse and interest
him, L took it home for him to play
! with. Perhaps you will be pleased to
hear that it has been of great use In
cheering and stimulating the little fell
low to take exercise; and they have be-
come such strong friends that / have
szot known how to part them. But now,
sir, 1 think we can spare Fido; and if
you will take it back will resign it With
pleasure, and with grateful thanks for
the kind intentions with which l am
sure you bestowed it.
"Tut, tut p said the farmer, who's
talking about taking it back? When !
gives a thing 1 gives it, and if I gives it
in mistake, more fool me for making
of 1t, and unfeeling, blundering old
brute beside, to go and take you for
blind woman. Ny dear, I'm as pleased
as anything to find as l was wrong; and
as for taking back the dorg, why, wish
had half a dozen more to give you for
that pretty speech of yours"
"Oh, thank you, sir, but I don't,
really" L said nervously. lone is
quite as much as we can manage, isn't
it, Dory?"
And then 1 made him shake hands
with this estimable Mr.. Fubsey, and
told him he was the gentleman who had
brought us Fido, and that the fairies
were not going to take it back again so
we would take 1t home and keep it
had nearly said "stick to it and some
day we would go and see Mr.. Fubsey,
and take him something for his pretty
and interesting little present.
Jump in now," cried the old farmer
indicating the chaise. "Jump in, both
of you. I'm going straight home, and
the missus will be as pleased as Punch
to find we've been in n miz-maze about
you, and that you can see as well as
either of US. She's often talked about
you, saying what a pity it was, you so
young and pretty, and clever too. But
come, jump In, and well Just be home
in time for dinner.
Thank you very much, Mr.. Fubsey,
but, if you please, not now. 1t IS so
sudden, and L am quite unprepared
and, beside, Dory must not be out too
long. L really Will call and see you, sir;
l have your address, but when | come
there Is something l must bring with me
that is Just now at home"
Meaning the fiddle?" cried the old
man, catching brightly at my meaning
that's right, bring the fiddle and play
to us. Come when you like. or let's
know when you're coming. and Wen
send the shay over for you. Bring the
dorg, and the boy, aud all, and wen
make You comfortable"
To end my story as briefly as may be,
DOry and soon paid visit to thefarm-
house, and [ took my violin and dis
coursed sweet sounds, with all the art
and skill that L was mistress of, for the
qualification of my homely but most ap-
preciative patrons. They were delighted
with my performance, but much more
with the curious circumstances leading
up to our present acquaintance the
genial old farmer laughing so heartily
at his blunder concerning me that 1 was
constrained to laugh with him, 10th as L
was to turn to merriment the sterling
goodness that had found so quaint but
touching an expression.