Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1884-08-13

One cold, bleak day in March Arthur
had been feeling very unwell, an to
amuse him Dinky had been playing all
sorts of tricks, and turning somersaults
! on the wOlfSkin which lay beside the
bed. Ali at once the child stopped, and
put his hands to his lips, from which
the red life blood was pouring.
Arthur's cries summoned Miss Aure-
liza, and Dinky. at Arthur's earnest en-
treaty, was made comfortable on a sofa
| pushed close to the bed. When the
h9morrhage was stopped, the physician
administered an anesthetic. and Dinky
slept undisturbed for some hours. The
household came in and went out with
cat-like tread, and Arthur was almost
afraid to breathe, fearing to disturb the
little patient. Mr.. Chace looked very
sad and nervous.
About sunset Dinky awoke, bright
eyed, flushed, delirious; and the nervous
fingers went restlessly picking about
the bright squares of Miss Aurelia' s
satin quilt
Hey, Spot, ole dog /; hey, Spot, come
long. Aunt Sally amt dar-no, no.
L dars MT steal de pie. Mars Aruy say
dat's wrong. Heylo. Spot de green
trees; oh de nice runnin' water. Lady,
gle poo niger cent-one cent, lady,
ter buy flower fer Mars Arty, lame
Mars Arty, lady. Don't hit so hard,
Aunt Sally. L wish l was dead. Ha-
ha-ha, VINO put de skeercrow on de
fence? Nice, nice gentlemun." The
child babbled on, picking at the quilt,
and gazing intently at the far corner of
the room. ''DinkY's sorry. Miss Rely
say eff l come home barefoot again she
gwlne ter lock me up. couldn't keep
de money. Sady's foot was all bloody
in de snow. Mars Arty, Mars Arty I"
Dear, dear Dinky, am here, and so
is papa" cried Arthur, sobbing and
trying to catch Dinky's futtering fin
gers.
"Oh, gentlemun, nice gentlemun !"
Dinky said, still gazing into the corner,
and stretching out his hands. "Whar
you come fom, wild Spot Thankee,
mars, thankee. Spot, Spot, Use glad.
Use so glad. Miss Rely got heap ov
goodies in de pantry. No, no. Miss
Rely, l won't steal. l gwine ter ak
'er sumptin- Gie Spot doliar-fer
Aunt Sally-poor Aunt Sally in Jail
Alley-she don't know you, gentlemun
-but--Mars Arty say you is so pitIful
you lub her all de same. What Mars
Arty say2 when your fader and your
mudder forsake you de-Lord-will-
pick-you-up.' Dinky got no mud
der, gentlemun. Is you my fader ?
You isn't de Lord come a-standin by a
yaller chile like dis a.? Who is you? 1
amt stole nuthin' ter-d day. l amt stole
nuthin sence- Nobody ebber told
Dinky befo. Marster, I'm sorry" and
Dlnky's eyes looked pleadingly at his
invisible friend Miss Aurelia had
taken off her spectacles, and was crying
softly, ashamed and contrite. The little
negro boy was teaching the bigot that
there are many paths leading to the
house of God.
Simple, well-meaning Mr.. Chace He
had hoped to be the humble instrument
of giving Moses to his people. Poor
man, his eyes were blinded with tears,
but lit was well with the child"
''Oh. papa, he won't look at me, he
won't speak to me !" sobbed Arthur.
What Is he looking at? What does
he see %
Spot" cried Dinky rapturously,
Pm coming wild de gentlemun. Spot,
my Spot"-and he fell back on the pill
low.