Woodville Republican., 1889-11-02


pie might have set their time-pieces b
poor old Timothy. For years he ha
come exactly at five in tho afternoon
II not with cookies, then some othe
kind OF fish. To-day his cry seemed t
have a very mournful cadence in II
the tottering form could scarcely stan
before the shrieking gale. One NOR
CALL which was not ''Cockels e-live,
and Timothy sank down on the yello,
steps before Hindle's door, and SCENE,
to be quite unconscious of both pierc
ing wind and cookies. His silver hal
was blown over his wrinkled brow, hi
eyes were shut, his battered hat wa
going far down the street, and man
cookies rolled helplessly out on the vel
low steps.
The two lazy men drew nearer tn,
window in the doctors house to watch
and the two boys in the opposite win
dow dropped from the sill at SO unusual
sight as Timothy taking rest. Their
the bold and dauntless Bobby drew out
oatapult 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 a
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 a
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
sea ii there was any one to help, but no
onS was in sight, until she glanced
acHoss 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.
Il must have the poor old fellow
aiken to the surgery; he seems in a
bad way"
"No; please help me to get him into
'ur dining-room; there's a great fire,
md ten is ready; it may bring him
'ound, poor old dear"
Gilbert Rowell tugged his mustache
n bewildered maze at the eager, rapid
movements Of the lovely girl before
him, and in the whole course Of his life
le could not remember ever to have
leard "cockle man" called an "old |
lear"
Guy was seizing the old man under
he arms, and said: Here, Gilbert,
atch hold of his feet. and with a start
hat gentleman obeyed, and Timothy
vas very soon resting on a warm sofa,
tter sundry picture books and toys had
cen swept away by Lorrie.
The six boys stood silently looking
n, even the eldest, who had been read
lg "The History OF Wild Man, as
elated by himself" all the afternoon,
ad flung that interesting book on the
oor and with hands in his pockets,
seod with his brothers Only Bobby
shifted mournfully, unno-
ced by all, however, but Mr. Rowell,
no smiled to himself
What change for a girl OF sixteen"
o said to himself for he had determin-
in his own mind Lorrie was no more
ian a child.
Cookies, sir7' muttered old Timothy,
lrtially coming round.
mo" said Guy, kindly, 1--WE don't
ant any this afternoon. Try and drink
lis, old boy"
He raised the silvery head and put
10 cup of tea to the cold lips, but they
lied to drink. The doctor glanced
quickly at his friend for him to take
S place.
"pll run over to the surgery" he s
hispered.
as he dying?" asked Gilbert. But
ny only frowned, and Mr. Rowell low
ed his great lazy form into kneeling I
'sition by the sofa. In another min 6
g he was startled out of himself by
lrst of passionate sobs, as Bobby
ing himself over the old mans body.
"Oh, Timothy! Old Timothy, do ior- r
We me; say haven't killed you, do.
never meant nothing, didn't" a
The faded eyes opened, and wan a
lille went over the pale face. S
''Bless you, poor little motherless h
irn, he murmured, and his withered b
md rested on Bobby's rough curls. r
'rrie's eyes were brimming over with p
ars. and Gilbert felt that his eye a
shes were troublesome. v
Timothy never felt the cruel blow, q
'bby," she said, lifting the boy up v
I'm the couch. "a was angry with "
u, but poor Timothy did not feel it, A
ar; he won't suffer any thing much [
lger." Dr. Meredith cast a swift S
lnce at the sofa, upon his return, then Il
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