Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1885-08-13
Then he showed his hand to Sgd.

"OH, sir, it was / I'm sgd.
didn't know never-I-can | help
you, sir p''
"Thank you, you can If your nerves
are strong. can't cut this out with
my left hand. If you'd be so kind"
"l'll try. sir. It's no more than
deserve as punishment"
sgd set her teeth and went to work.
Calm and collected, her hand did not
shake once, while she cut out the offend
ing fsh-hook, washed the wound, and
bound it up with her handkerchief
But when the operation was oyer she
was paler than her patient.
Nov, sir, We must 20 home-it's
going to rain. And if you will only stop
at our house moment, mother will
give you some wonderful salve that
never fails to cure. You must let me
do something for you, or shall never
forgive myself"
"Don't apologize, pray. | ought to
beg your pardon instead of having
spoken SO slightingly of your whistling.
| think now it was very creditable
performance, full of spirit and grace.
But if you must make some amends for
your misdeeds, I'll burden you with
this camp. stool to carry by way OF
penance. My paint-box and canvass
will be all | can manage. Never mind
the easel that will be all right here. {"
Tom can carly it, sir. Tom 10
That individual, who had been en-
joyiug the dramatic scene from behind
tie bushes, now descended and follow
ed the couple from afar, bearing the
easel, and stopping only twice to stand
on his head 10y way of expressing his
hjlarity.
In the middle of the afternoon, as
Belle was looking listlessly out of the
window at the driving rain, she gave
start.
"Mother. see here ~
sgd was a. the gate, her splendid
hair down, carrying camp-stool in one
hand, and with the other holding an
umbrella prote:tingly over a tall young
gentleman, one of whose hands seemed
to be somehow disabled.
''Mr. Lester, Bessie Grants New
York consin He's a distinguished
artist, and is visiting at the Grants
during his summer vacation. What
will he think of that wild girl of ours ?
Why, he's coming in, as / live -
He was coming in, for sgd had said
In an earnest tone,-
''Please stop, and let mother do
something for your hand I! Beside, |
shall have to 'fess my wrong-doing, and
shall want your protection"
"W ith pleasure, Miss Geyson. Only
don't, Topsy. like, 'fess anything you
0aV6u'l l QOn6. ..
"You think me bad enough with.
OUT" said sgd, with laugh, as they
stood on the steps. 81 have brought
you patient, MOTHER" she continued,
as soon as she had introduced them
properly.
81 beg pardon, madam, for intludlng
upon you unceremoniously, but Miss
Sydney tells me of some magical medi-
cine you have. was so unfortunate
as TO hurt my hand"
81 hurt it, you mean," interposed
sgd.
swell, yes, Mrs. Greyson," said
Godfrey Lester, laughing, 81 believe
your daughter did mistake me for
fish," Here he bowed to grandma,
who had advanced from her corner.
ST assure you she found me trouble
some one, and had hard work to get me
off her hook"
"How do you do, Mr.. Fish ?" said
grandma, very politely.
She was little deaf and had not got
the run OF the story. Poor sgd, in
spite of her patience, was boiling over
with suppressed laughter, and Tom
stood on his head in the hall.
Mrs. Greyson hustled around, bring
ing lint, ointm ent and bandages, to
bind up the wound, while Belle scolded
Syd IN an undertone.
'That Mr.. Fish seems to be very
fine young man." said grandma,at sup
per, after Mr.. Lester had departed.
"But I didn't quite understand how he
came to hurt his hand So"
Sgd bit her lips Tom choked, and
was sent from the table In disgrace.
Mr.. Lester came every day for re.
newal Of the ointment. He might
have taken some with him, and thus
sayed so many Journeys. but he never
seemed to think of that.
After little. great change came
over Miss Sydney Greyson.
"Syd's getting too poky for any
thing" said Tom. "She won't fish or
shoot, and she says things are very
NICE instead of 'joll.'"