New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-12-23

:" Hanged II know ~ MI Wronelor hoVi0o, WIN
evident sincerity. Pm not what you'd call con-
nolsseur in infantfle disorders, but ! guess she's
SICK Anyhow, something's tho matter 1t may DO
malaria or chis or measles, or whoOping cough, OF
Brights disease. But whatever II is, 1t keeps her
very waketil at night. 1t disurbs her rest sadly
That might, perhaps, be overlooked; but as an int-
mate consequence 1t also dlsturbs mine Al nrst
I supposed Il because she did not get enough
nourishment. So she wouldn't drink any moro
milk from her bottle, bou ght syringe, and ming
It with milk played It down the nttle darling's
throat
aGrcat Scott ~ cried Billy. It's wonder she
didn't choke to death -
as it7s asked Mr. wrangler, innocentiy well,
20 tell the truth, she did come devish near IT, and
so inferred that hadn't correctly diagnosed the
case. After she had got done coughing her spirits
seemed more than depressed went to bed In
the vain hope that her supply OF tears would in time
become exhausted. As he hours drew along and
that hope died away I concluded she must have q
headache had one and I thought II only natural
that she should too. Tho question was what remedy
should apply In happy moment paregorc oc-
Cured to me. I seemed ndistinctly to remember
that when a child paregoric did the business
How fortunate ono is, dear boy, I'm such moments as
that to have the memories Of hie boyhood to fall
back on. I got up, dressed, and went out to hunt
drugstore Unfortunately, the only two came
across were closed. / returned disconsolate but as
I entered heard the sound of your hammer and saw
tho glmmer Of the lantern your ladder. descended
hther. ] looked upon you and said Here Is q
friend warlock old fellow find some pare
gorlci'
Il don't know much about babies, Mr.. wranger,'
said Billy, slowly and rather sternly, for never
had one, and I throwed with 'em. But
think the chances is that you'll kill yOurn before
morning"
Mr. wranger was standing IN the shadows where
Billy couldn't see him very WELL but his snappy
little eyes shining in way that Billy didn't like
:" How old is the babyl' asked Billy.
al haven't idea. not one,s answered Mr..
wrangler, laughing merrIly, as If his not knowing
we're monstrous joke " But she can walk and
talk
"And you trying to feed her on milk in a bottle y"
exclaimed Billy. How'd you like to be fed on
iron flngs1 I rather think they'd make good diet
for you y Billy Indignant, and he fetched his
hammer down a log that lay near with a blow
that split It through and through. Mr. Wranglcr
stepped back into the shadows still further and his
little eyes glowed in the darkness like a cats.
"Hal ha!" he laughed; {" good very good. But
you mustn't make fun Of me, old fellow 1t isn't
fair, now really
"Where is the child, anyhowa"
"Upstairs.o
g" Here, in this housei"
"Precisely."
"Come on, then; take me ~ her, and let's see
what the matter isp
That's good follow n cried Mr.. wranglcr AS
soon as you knew you would prove to be
my delverer Come"
The forge fire had now gone out, and directing
Mr. wranger to stand top Of the ladder, Billy took
the lantern. blew out the hanging lamp, and both
assembled from the smithy into the hall of the house.
Billy locked the door behind him and followed Mr..
Wranger upstairs into the third story They paused
before the hall bedroom and bent forward to listen.
Not sound broke the nights stiffness, and softly
Mr.. Wrangler turned the key and opened the door.
Billy moved noselessly ahead and lit the dull gas.
Upon the bed with one hand under her cheek and
the other one, small and dotted with dimples, rest
Ing lightly on her plump neck, lay pretty child
as he had ever Her eyes were closed, for she
sleeping heavily, as If repose had come to her
only when her little frame utterly out.
great mass Of thick, tangled curls clustered on
the pillow about her head. dark line down her
flushed cheek marked the of the tears she had
been shedding, and the pillow that supported her
still wet with them.