The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1893-12-29
us IT TERMORRER."

too. an here's n white shirt on me.
There was q frightened and bewili-
cred look in the heavy eyes OF the boy
who lay on q cot in one OF the warus
Of the city hospital.
The surgeon and doctors standing
by exchanged glances, and smiled at
the young hero. who had risked his life
to save the darling child of a stranger.
The great surgeon caught the hand
that was raised feebly to the bandaged
head. where the cruel iron shoe OF q
truck horse had cut q great cash, and
the boy had lain there insensible al
most two weeks.
"Where are the children, an my
papers? Help me out o this, can't
you, mister? 'Ere's yer World, 'Erald,
Times, Tribune an Sum-" he shouted
family, while he struggled to raise
himself to his feet to go on his accus.
toned rounds.
Strong hands gently held him back,
while tender and soothing words were
spoken to quiet the startled brain, and
give assurance that he would soon be
oil right and as well as ever
whats the matter, anyway? This
is hospital, amt it? What am here
for? Children gone, papers gone!
Mother said we must never come to
public charity"
ut is not public charity, you brave
little hero" said the surgeon, while the
doctor looked on with heart that was
running over full with the tears it held.
You must be very quiet, SO as to
get well fast. You have pulled through
nobly, so far. We must not lose
ground now. 1t wouldn't do.
1T is not only tomorrow, but there
have been almost two weeks Of to-
morrows, so you will be that much
nearer recovery, If you are still brave
and quiet. Your arm is broken, but 1t
Is doing finely"
The brown eyes closed, and In a few
moments the patient slept to the great
relief of the two men, who had been
more successful than they had dared
to hope, in quieting the young hero in
whom they felt deep interest from
the time the newspapers heralded the
glory of his brave deed Of saving q
child whose nurse had abandoned 1t
to its fate, when it playfully ran into
danger, till 1t was matter Of life and
death to make the effort to save it.
The little patient rallied with great
courage under the oft-repeated assur-
ances that he should have the children
all to himself The surgeon and the
doctor congratulated themselves on
their success in saving to the world
the noble young life which had been
almost crushed out of the bruised and
battered little body, with it's hopes,
aims and plans so suddenly dashed out
Of the busy brain.
II want you to see true friend Of
yours this morning." said the surgeon a
few days later. He Is q capitalist
He has been waiting to pay you visit
ever since you have been lying here"
IF he is an English capitalist don't
want to see him." was the prompt
reply.
What do you know about English
capitalists" asked the surgeon, with
broad smile, while the doctor laughed
as loud as it would do among the sick.
II know enough of them kind O. fell
lers. l read the papers when I have
time. Not fash papers, but the sound,
sensible ones. If l was government I
would see that them fellers stayed at
home, instid of buyin' up our indus
tries, an putin up prices ter grind
money out OF other folks pockets ter
put inter theirs, when they are rich
already. It's swindlin', an nothin'
elsev'
''Well said You are sound on that
doctrine, too. But this gentleman is
not of that class. He is an American
capitalist, honorable and true to the
best interests of the country"
The surgeon beckoned with his finger
TO stranger little in the background,
who came forward, and was presented
to the boy with courteous formality.
He isn't bloated capitalist, is hep"
said Sydney Sterling, as he surveyed
the gentleman with searching look,
followed by a smile.
"NOt much hlootad ond thara xuo @
an answering smile struggling with
other feelings for mastery.
II was his own little daughter that
> the boy had saved from q terrible death
by his heroic bravery, and he had
watched that little cot in the uncon-
sciousness of the young hero, longing
to bear the pain, or to ease the suffer-
ing in some way.
His beautiful wife had been there
also, and had dropped her silent tears
ON the swollen face, flushed with life
consuming fears, and had heard the
moans, and the pitiful cry for mother,
baby and Dick.
After talking with Sydney awhile,
and holding the little white hand, the
stranger asked "Would you like to
have an education, and be a great
lawyerT'
What do they have to study?" was
the cautious and far-seeing reply.
Coke and Blackstone, and other
things"
Fearful names, Guess I don't want
ter travel that way. I go ter night
school an study like house afire.
Mrs. Brady looks after baby, when she
Is asleep, an her boys go with me too.
Dick Is eleven, an baby is five. I'm
goin' ter have both Of 'em go ter pub
he school when baby is old enough ter
be admitted. Mrs. Brady sees ter her
bathin', an gifts her clothes made an
fitted jist splendid"
"What do you intend TO do when
you grow upf"
Just what told the doctor an the
surgeon l was goin' ter do Be far
mer, with horses, cows, sheep, pigs
chickens an ducks. I was In the coun