The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-06-16

| her, ana she screamed With all hey
might and main as IL trying TO drown
his efiorta but when ne became
silent, 50 did she. Then cooking her
head Ola one side, she said med ita.
lively "He does look like brother
Tom, he does, certainly" and upon
this her mistress hurried out OF the
open door. and casting look OF
scornful reproach upon Will, seized
Polls cage and bore 1t into the
house.
"She must have heard my aunt
say that" reflected the boy. "Papa's
name was Thomas But still l can
not see that she shows any signs OF
relenting. Well, IL she doesn't, ("
with Little thrill OF independence,
81 rather think can take care OF
myself In a year or two, anyway.
Perhaps she will be glad TO own me,
some time"
When he arrived at his uncle's shop
be found out that the poor man had
been very Ill with rheumatism, and
was still scarcely able to be out OF
bed, though he was working away for
dear life at patch on one OF Farmer
Whites cowhide boots. He seemed
greatly distressed that Will should
have lost his place, and Will resolved
that he would lind another one In the
course or day or two. or 70 To the
pOOrhouse. lie would not be an ad-
ditiOnal burden TO such poverty
stricken household.
But though he spent all that after.
noon In going from one farmer TO
another, nc one wished TO hire so
young boy, and there was nothing
TO do but go back to his uncle's and
spend the night at least.
1t was "A fierce. windy night after
such a calm, bright day. Everything
creaked and ratified. Clouds kept
scudding across the round, white
face OF the moon, and the trees
wrlthed and twisted as II they were
in agony Will went TO bed early
but for the first time in his life he
could not sleep At first he thought
IL was because the room was so light,
the W ndow curtains being undrawn;
then he thought il was because he
was so tired and discouraged. His
five small cousins all in a row In one
trundle-bed, like Hop o. my Thumb"
and his brothers, were clasped tightly
In the arms OF the Sand Man." and
their big brother la the bed with
Will had not stirred since his head
touched the pillow
VIII tossed and turned. lie heard
the clock strike niue, ten, eleven,
and then not being able to endure
such state OF things any longer, he
got up and looked out OF the window
by way of little diversion. The
village lights were all out long ago,
and no one was abroad in the sleepy
roads AS there was no fire In the
room and the March night was de-
cidedly chilly, he was unable TO pro-
long his stay at tho window. how
ever, and was just about TO tumble
disconsolately into bed again, when
little cloud OF smoke over In the di-
rection OF the church met his eye
and as he ga~ed upon It 1t became
coloycd with a crimson shaft OF flame.
Good gracious! My aunts house
is on fire." he exclaimed. And open
ing the ndow. he shouted, Fire!
fire! fire." as Justify as he could, at
the same time throwing on portion
OF his clothing. Then, half-dresscd
and wild with excitement, he rushed
out OF the house and toward the
scene or disaster, rousing the people
Clong the way with his loud cries.
He and Farmer Jones, who lived in
the house next his uncle's and who
had been awakened by Wills alarm,
were the first TO reach the spot, but
they were almost Immediately Joined
by several OF the ne .ghborS The
wind was so high that the IRE had
gained rapid headway and all the
upper part OF the cottage was wrapped
in IA seething mass OF flame.
The men burst open the door, ana
at the peril OF their lives, rescued
Miss Pinkham and Debby, who for
tunately both slept below. They
were stupetled by the smoke and
seemed half-dazed on being dragged
into the open air, though even when
first aroused, Miss Pinkham had the
presence OF mind TO seize the box
which contained her valuable papers
duu mOUty, WulCu sic always hepU
under her pillow. But there was no
fire eng ne In town, and no attempt
was made To extinguish the fire. only
TO prevent 1t from going any further,
and none OF the household furniture
was saved.
Must everything go?" said the
old lady, clasping her withered hands
tightly.
II should think you'd he too
thankful that your life was saved, to
fret about anything else, and il IT,
hadn't been for your nephew you'd
have been burnt up with the house."
remarked blunt neighbJr
''Oh. Polly Polly! My beautiful.
blessed Poll" shrieKed Miss Pink
ham, suddenly remembering her pet.
">he's burning up right here in the
sitting room window. save her!
oh, pray you, save her."
TOO late, marm. The fires gone
so fur 'twould be dangerous TO step