The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1889-12-20

ominOus in the presence of those three
grave and gloomy-faced doctors that
Mr.. Mol could not stay under the
same roof with them. and he had fled
to the oak tree TO remain there until
they had gone. Never. had he been
more depressed in regard to Mrs.
Mol.
I'm afeerd they Il do her no good"
he said. with his handkerchief to his
eyes as he lay under the branches OF
the tree Nothing but maracle will
help Becky now. and the age of mara
cles is gone Poor Beckyr' and little
Mr.. Moll was weeping softly in his red
cotton handkerchief when Aunt 'Cindy
found him.
Aunt Cindy was a woman of no lit
tie force of character. and she thought
that there were not many occasions
when a man was justified in giving
way to tears She certainly did not
regard this as Que of these rare occa-
sions, therefore she said, sharply:
well. Pliny Moll, you amt beIlerin'?
What forp II there's any thing to cry
fer amt seen it nor yit heered itl''
20 'CindyI" was all Pliny said in
reply to this. What do they say
bout Becky. Has she lived through
itP"
We'll, she's alive enough to want
cabbage and dumplin for dinner, SO
/ reckon there's a iittie Uitality left
The doctors are powwoviu' out in the
orchard, and Becky wants you"
Aunt 'Cindy had not come directly
from tho hnrnGn 20 h.
had stopped at the barn to see il she
could find some new-laid eggs for the
pudding she intended making for din
neri then she had stopped to dig open
a hill of early potatoes to see if they
were likely to be large enough for a
Fourth-of-July dinner. so that some
little time had elapsed since she left
the house
''You'd better come right in" she
continued to Mr.. Mol, and If was
you, Pliny MOn, Td-for the lands
saken'
Aunt Cindy had suddenly thrown up
both arms. and she clapped her hands
together as she cried out: The house
is on fire, as sure as I'm q livin'
womanr'
Mr.. Moll rose to his feet with a
bound. and ran madly after the fleeing
Aunt 'Cindy. They met the doctors
at the back gate. and al ran into the
house. Mr.. Moll crying out:
She'll be scared and burned to
death! Git Becky out first thing!
We're comm. Becky! Keep Ca m
we'll save you'll"
The whole party rushed into the
front hall OF the house. and there they
beheld a singular and unexpected
sight 1t was Mrs. Moll halfway
downstairs with a huge feather-bed
on her backi
Becky Mollr' gasped her amazed
husband. Why. Becky, you'll"
Now don't you lose your wits at a
time when you need 'em the most.
Piiny," said Mrs Moll, sharply. ..Pu
manage this feather-bed. and you 90
up and begin throwiD' things out of
the winders. Don't you forgit my
black silk dress. You doctors better
pull up the carpets. and 'Cindy. you
git my gold band chany tea-set out all
right I'll come back and tend to my
silver spoons and forks soon as get
this new feather-bed out. Fly around.
all Of youi There amt no time to
losel''
During the next fifteen minutes no
one flew around faster than Mrs.
Becky Mon, Notwithstanding the fact
that she was still clad in a long. white
nightdress. with her feet thrust into q
pair Of Pliny's old carpet slippers.
After carrying the feather bed across
the road. and pitching it over the
fence of field in front Of the house,
she ran back and personally directed
the moving OF the other things in the
burning house
Get my winter cloak. Pliny," she
shouted up the stairs. Its bran
new. and it's got to do me five years
yiti Here. DR.. PhiIbrick, you and
DIR. Peevy carry out the parlor sofy!
'Cindy, 'Cindy, fly aroundI Get
ev'ry thing out OF the pantryr'
When the nearest neighbors arrived
the whole second story OF the house
was in flames, and IL was unsafe TO
enter the lower part Mrs Mol had
been the last to leave. She came
rushing out with family heirloom
a big biue-edged Platter-in one hand
and a pewter teapot in the other Car
rying them to a place of safety, she
climbed over the fence and dropped
down on the feather bed, saying as she
did so:
''Pliny. bring me a quilt or some
thing to throw over mel / look scand'-
lohsi I'm aieerd this'u give me an
awful back setI Well. DR. Philbrick,
what do you MAKE out is the matter
of me?"
There amt nothing the matter OF
you. Becky Moll; that's what there
ain'tr' said DR.. Philbrick, tartlv, as
he mopPed the perspiration from his
crimson brow. '.Ain't that SO, DR..
PeevyP'
Yes. il Is" said DR. Peevy, briefly.
as he gathered up mis- saddie-bags.
"Hobbson thinks SO, too, don't you,
HobbsonP'
''Of course dor' replied DR.. Hobb-
son.
This was far from the conclusion at
which the learned doctors had arrived
while In the orchard; but the opinions
OF the most learned men are subject
to change They had made some new
discoveries as to the patients condi-
tlon--evealed by the events of the
hre-which had literally thrown new
light on their Investigations
Il should think you'd be ashamed
10 talk to a dyin' woman like thatr'
said Mrs. Moll. rising from her bed
and pointing her nnger scornfully be-
tween the rniis of the fence toward the
doctors.
The household goods were carried
into a small but quite comfortable old
house across the road, in which the