Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1889-12-18

going far down the street, and many
cookies rolled helplessly out on the yell
low steps.
The two lazy men drew nearer the
window In the doctors house to watch,
and the two boys in the opposite win
dow dropped from the sill at so unusual
a sight as Timothy taking rest. Then
the bold and dauntless Bobby drew out
catapult from his jacket pocket with
wild exultation, opened the window,
letting in such a gust of wind as effect
ually silenced the baby's howls, and
straightway ''shot at venture" hit
ting poor old Timothy's brow with
singing piece OF paper. But it had no
power to rouse him.
Dr. Meredith had drawn up his
breath to laugh, but stopped to see
what would happen next.
A girlish figure in black had come
behind the group of boys, her large
grey eyes were like some avenging an
gels, her sleeves were short and show
ed pair OF pretty round and little
white hands. She appeared like
spark of electricity for the moment, the
two white hands made Bobby's ears to
sing for half an hour afterwards, the
window went down with sharp report
and the two lazy men across the street
murmured simultaneously;
"By Jove, she looks pretty when
she's mad"
Another minute, and Lorrie came out
OF the door and ran down the steps to
! bend over old Timothy.
The wind blew her short brown curls
wildly about and tried to tear off her
dress as she spoke to the deaf old ears.
She looked up and down the street to
see If there was any one to help, but no
one was in sight, until she glanced
across at the opposite window, and
both men obeyed the little peremptory
nod of her head instantly. They
reached the yellow steps together.
DIR. Meredith passed his soft, warm
hand over the PROSTATE mans haggard
forehead.
"Wellp" asked Lorrie, eagerly.
81 must have the poor old fellow
taken to the surgery; he seems in a
bad way"
mo; please help me to get him into
our dining-room; there's a great fire,
and tea is ready; it may bring him
round, poor old dear"
Gilbert Rowell tugged his mustache
in bewildered maze at the eager, rapid
movements Of the lovely girl before
him, and in the whole course of his life
he could not remember ever to have
heard a cookie man" called an sold
dear"
Guy was Selling the old man under
the arms, and said: Here, Gilbert,
catch hold of his feet" and with a start
that gentleman obeyed, and Timothy
was very soon resting on warm sofa,
after sundry picture books and toys had
been swept away by Lorrie.
The six boys stood silently looking
on, even the eldest, who had been read
ing 'The History OF Wild Man, as
related by himself" all the afternoon,
had flung that interesting book on the
floor, and with hands in his pockets,
stood with his brothers. Only Bobby
occasionally shifted mournfuliy. unno-
ticed by all, however, but Mr.. Rowell,
who smiled to himself
What change for girl OF sixteen"
he said to himself, for he had determin-
ed in his own mind Lorrie was no moro
than child.
Cookies, sirp" muttered old Timothy,
partially coming round.
mo-" said Guy, kindly, 1--WE don't
want any this afternoon. Try and drink
this, old boy"
He raised the silvery head and put
the cup of tea to the cold lips, but they
failed to drink. The doctor glanced
up quickly at his friend for him to take
his place.
"Tll run over to the surgery" he
whispered.
as he dyingp" asked Gilbert. But
Guy only frowned, and Mr.. Rowell low
cred his great, lazy form into kneeling
position by the sofa. In another min
ute he was startled out of himself by a
burst of passionate sobs, as Bobby
flung himself over the old mans body
"Oh, Timothy! Old Timothy, do Tor
give Ne; say l haven't killed you, do.
never meant nothing, / didn't"
The faded eyes opened, and wan
smile went over the pale face.
BLESS you, poor little motherless
BARN." he murmured, and his withered
hand rested on Bobby's rough curls.
Lorrie's eyes were brimming over with
tears, and Gilbert felt that his eye
lashes were troublesome
Timothy never felt the cruel blow,
Bobby" she said, lifting the boy up
from the couch. 81 was angry with
you, but poor Timothy did not feel it,
dear; he won't suffer any thing much
longer" Dr. Meredith cast swift
glance at the sofa, upon his return, then
said:
go away, youngsters. Go down to
Jane. We can't do with you here"
They trooped away slowly, Bobby
still sobbing
The twilight had gone, the fire shone
up bravely; outside the wind howlIed on,
as it had howled all day, and blew the
cookies into crevices and holes about
the yellow steps.
Light and rest" murmured the old
man; sunshine; there's no cold river,
as,folks say Where's the basket" he
added, suddenly rousing.
Done WITH" said Gilbert Rowell,
putting his warm, white Hand, that had
never worked in its life, gently upon
the brown. horny one. growing cold in
death. You won't have 20 carry it
any more"
|! That's well, that's well; 1t was very
heavy, very heavy"
Gilbert failed to suppress a sudden
sob which caught his breath. Conse-
quently being much ashamed. he
glanced ND at Lorrie. hopinp she had