Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-08-01

tls II y = Nul1 seen lullN. DedIs utdi,
but me back has the tooth ache, it's
akin me that hard! They feeds 'em
whate an oats an bread crumbs On,
dearl me head is Dustin, so ties. I'm
sheyerin' an l can't get warrum.
Shure, if l had wan o THIN yalla-n
"Nyer moind the burds, Mickey.
you're sick. Ye rot yer fate wet an
We hev' yer back load o cowld now.
But niver moind, acushla, I'll soon fix
We. IN soak yer fate in hot wather
an mustard, so | VIII. le shall nave
dhrop o. hot drink. Whin we're in
bed I'll cover We wild me warrum fan
MIN petticoat, ashore. Yell, be bet
Their in tn mornin'.'
But when Mr.. Finn came home in
the evening he was sent off in haste
after "Dr. Chorker, the doctor as amt
haard on III poor as Mr. Finn said.
For little Mike had high fever and
was raving about the ''litte yalla
BIRDS which in fancy he saw sitting
on the foot of his trundle bed. When
the doctor arrived he felt of the bound
ing pulse and heated brow of the suf-
ferer.
I'm afraid it's a case of pneumon-
Ia"
"Newmonyaw exclaimed Mrs. Finn.
in horror. Faith we're mistakin' wild
all yer larnin' Thare's no dog afther
bitin' my Mickey. No, no, docther,
dear. Fax yer smart man, so We
are, an DEVILS the wan'll deny it; but
it's not the newmonya, it's not that
Arrah, doctor, say it's bad cowled he
has jist, an no moren
The doctor smiled at Mrs. Firms
misconceptions, but his face became
tender and grave when he looked
into the anxious mothers face raised
to his. He did not violate the truth
or his skill as physician when he re-
piled:
That's just what ails him, Mrs.
Finn. He has bad cold and nothing
more
"Oh, thought We we're foolin' me,
docther, dear. Settled in his bones, l
SUPPOSED
IN his chest"
"Ah, ha! in his chest is it? Well,
I'll soon have it out Of thare with flax
seed. But, dye know he has some-
thing on his moind, dye see, doctherP
His lips is mutteriu' an hes that dis
thressed he does be kickin' the nice
warrum 1annin' petticoat of the bed,
so he does
He isn't in love, is heP' joked the
doctor.
No. It's all about tn little yalla
burds he seen down be Pether Dol
ans. think if he had wan o Thin
he'd be cured entoirely without the
haxseed.'
In few minutes the doctor was in
possession Of the whole story about
the canaries. He knew hat the sight
of one of the feathered songsters
when the boy awoke from his delirium
would do more to hasten his recovery
than any medicine from the mineral
or vegetable kingdom. As he drove
slowly up the Old Point road, thinking
how canary or two could be procured
for the boy, an idea came to him which
seemed like an inspiration. He slap
ped his knees gleefully and laughed
inwardly, as he said, "Its just the
thing. It's cheap, and the mother and
boy will be delighted"
Many were the sleepless vigils of
Mrs. Finn at the bedside Of ner boy.
Teuderly she soothed his heated brow.
Carefully she watched the cracked
kitchen stove and saw that the room
was kept at the proper temperature.
How exact was she as to the time
for giving him his medicine only
mother similarly situated can fully APP
preciate. Many morning did the ell
der Finn 90 without his breakfast rath-
er than to disturb the fevered slUmber-
er. Even the goat seemed sahdued
during that critical period. Al least
Mrs. Finn thought so, although it was
probably 2 fancy on her part.
The crisis came at last. One morn
ing the light was trying to steal
through a crack in the closed blinds
when the doctor came. He carried a
bird cage in his hand, which was COW
cred with paper. He looked at the
sick boy aud told his mother that a
few hours would seal his fate.
While little Mike slept the doctor
stepped on a chair and hung the CAGE
on a nail over the window. The blinds
were open now SO that the cage and
its contents would be distinctly visible
from the bed.
Worn with her long siege Of sleep
less nights, Mrs. Finn dropped asleep
i'm her chair, and was awakened by a
feeble chuckle of delight. Raising
her eyes to the bed. they rested on
the wan face of her boy, radiant with
light He was looking at the cage.
LUX, LUX. mother he cried, feebly
but excitediy. There's three o thin
burds from Peter Dolan' s-a yalla wan,
an red wan, an blue wan. Did
you buy thin. mother?"
mo, tn doctor brung thin, lad.
Now, you must go to Shape
The crisis had passed, andlittle Mike
improved rapidly. When the doctor
came that evening Mrs. Finn met him
at the door with her finger upon her
lip.
As the door of the sick room opened
to the doctor the goat slipped I'D be-
fore him and nosed around among TIE
bottles standing on a chair
till they all fell upon the floor and
broke. Then Billy cuDteutedly ate
several hundred pellets Of aconite aud
bella donna, whilet0e boy sat upln bed