The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-03-03

there were flowers in the windows,
and the bed was 30 soft.
As he tried TO move, the man in
red turned and came 20 his side. The
child clasped his hands and cried,
fearfully Red Forester, take my
life, but not fathers. Mother could
not live without him, and what
would we poor children do then?
Your raven gave Elsa such fear. and
! did not know that you loved him
So"
Ny child, before i hear another
word" said the doctor, you must
eat this good soup have ready and
drink a glass Of cordial. My old red
gown has given your mind a twist, /
fancy; so of it goes" Hans looked
up from his food and saw a fine old
gentleman in a black coat with a face
kind and winning as "A child's. In
the most loving manner he drew the
story Of the boys trouble from him.
" Ny dear child, your fathers life is
i'm the hands Of One who rules all
things for the best. The storm has
been a dreadful one, but we will not
think OF sorrow. Think only that
you are safe, and sleep again so that
you will be able to return 10 the
mother, who must be bearing more
trouble on your account,
In n few moments Hans was again
sleeping, content and almost happy.
The Prince and a number OF his
friends came i'm to look at him as he
slept, and to them the doctor told Of
the mental and physical suffering the
little fellow had undergone. The
gentlemen were deeply interested.
That boy will grow TO be a fine
man if he only has the right train
ing, " said the doctor.
"You cannot do better than train
him yourself" said the Prince. "You
are without family. In the mean
time If sorrow has come to the home
we must help that mother. How
soon will he be able to return?"
AS soon as he wakens | shall
drive him home" answered the doc
tor.
A sleep Of some hours almost re-
stored Hans. He was lifted into a
NOlIllpIl NhIIldSts NIAil ~ ubtAOl
by his side and in the long drive
that followed Hans was taught in the
~plcasantcst way the folly Of believ-
ing the silly stories so common
among the people.
A drive Of Il few hours brought
them i'm sight Of the shore and the
home Hans had left in despair the
day before. The boy was still weak;
but aS the sea, now calm and still,
came in sight, he srrang up and gave
"a long look at the boats at anchor.
A shout of JOY burst from him. The
doctor also sprang up. MY fathers
boat - he cried, pointing to one OF
the number. My father is safe!'
and the tears and sobs came fast.
The Herr Doctor found himself
blowing his nose and wiping his eyes
as well.
In a few moments the boy was in
his fathers arms, the doctor himself
telling his story and then fisher
Muller related how they had been
blown far out the first night of the
storm and had taken refuge on the
island Of Rugen, where a benevolent
Danish lady Of title has built n refuge
for fishermen, who find there warmth
and food awaiting all who are driven
ON that shore and many there are
who bless this good woman for their
rescue from the horrors OF exposure.
The good language and clear intel
lcct OF the man, his honest bearing
and the neatness OF the simple home
the doctors heart. Give Hans
to me-" he said. The father and
mother did not speak.
d" Forgive me, that is not right, you
must all come to me; | have long
needed some one honest and true to
take an interest in my comfort and
home. Hans can still be with you;
we will share him together" So after
Il time all vas arranged.
The doctor never repented his in
tcrest in the Muller family, to the
end Of his life; for they remained
his devoted and trusty servants.
Hans studied the profession Of his
beloved friend and teacher, becoming
his right hand truly. To-day his
name stands first among the eminent
and benevolent men OF his time
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