The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1885-10-08

and over again, and held out his pretty
little mouth TO ho kissed. Oh, Bill, his
senses is coming back to him, slow. but
sure;' and Molly cuddlcd the sleeping
child closer TO her breast
Bill kept right on in tho good way
he had planned for himself. and never
swerved a hairs breadth. Molly was
his savings bank. Brother and sister
contributed to the child's support. In
month Bill was richer than he had
over becn in his life. Then he insisted
that Molly should rent a bcttcr room.
Tho one she lived in, he said. looked
out on dingy. droaryg back yard.
Stands TO roason," said Bill, THAT n
baby should SEQ horses and trucks and
things a-moving about in tho streets.
1t makes 'em lively"
Little Bill'-so they called him
(Molly insisting that hor brothers.
name should sorve for tho chilD--im-
proved, but too slowly for big Bill.
The police surgeon was called in. Bill
Forster insisting on paying him d fec.
Tho opinion the doctor gave was Il
guarded ono. ''Thcre is manifest inn
provemoht-not perhaps. as rapid as
l should wish. You are capital nurse.
ma am, and l am sure your kindness
and attention will help the child. He
will come round, believe"
Tho cool weather camo, and with
lowering temperatures the doctor hoped
the child would gain strength. The
cicatrice on the, head had quito hoalcd.
Slowly tho little boy seemed to acquire
new words. Molly wondered at them
at times, and thought that she had
taught them to the child; but then again
the little fellows adopted mother was
startled by words she iclt quite certain
the child had picked up somewhere
else. These new words came to tho
child at first vaguely. Ho would re-
peat thom ovcr and over again, at first
hcsitatingly, then giving them u slight
emphasis, rs if to fix them on his mind
something like II little bird that ripos
tho first faint tune it has heard.
Tho child was. moe awake now.
This change delighted Molly. 1t never
was frctful. The child wou!L !:y a.ict,
with its blue eyes wido open for hours,
without 4 whmpcr
SO it went on for another week or
two. Bill, who was always coming
and going, when he left New York for
a trip up tho rivcr, was happy, for tho
child WAS bcttering fast, 50 no bclicv-
cd.
1t WAS an October evening when, rs
tho brick sl0op was being brought up
to the wharf, Bill saw Molly leaning
against one of the big woo,Icn posts Of
tue dock. Bill WAS busy with tho
hawscr, but ut once he saw that his
sister did not 'havo the cnild in her
arms; moro than that. she was crying.
Bill chokcd down his grirf--hc seem
ed TO know at once what had happen
ed. One last hope there WAS. Maybe
it was so cool that Molly hai bccn
afraid to bring the child with her.
.':D;ll," sold Molly s"bbiuy, ,,,l,o
poor little fellow has gone lo--lo hcav-
cn. 1t was last night. Ho called 10
mo and said: Goodnight, mud-Lor;
goodnight, lardcr--now | ain going
walking in gardcn-good--good night!'
Oh, Bill, he had never spoken 50 long
n string of words boforc-thcn he play
cd for Il moment with ring on my fin
ger, and thcn he added. God bless
far-dcr and mud-d"r, and then he look
Cd so lovingly ut NJ, AMI around tho
room rs if searching for you-and then
he dicd-so quiet! Bill! Bill! don't
you take on SO! 1t was au accident,
and God and his littIo child have no
fault to find with YOU.