Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-05-29

months now. MOI
She was fond of talking about he,
boy, and told how he had been . news.
boy and had been run over by an ex.
press wagon. King had heard 20 many
varied stories of distress that it wal
hard to discriminate; but this boy in
terested him. He remembered him,
the following week, when he went tc
the city, and went over to the hos
pital.
i He found the mother there already,
She was . chsrwoman, and had hurried
with her work SO as to spend q part Of
the morning with the boy. Shl
grssped Kings hand with great JOY,
: she WAS SO glad to see him. The boy
lay very still, his pinched face showing
lines Of pain; but the big Irish blue
eyes gszed friendly on the stranger.
! "And how are you to-day, Patsy p
asked King. ''Your mother has beer
telling me what q fine, brave lad yor
are, and you must be getting well soon.
{ eh?"
"YeA sir" said the boy; "rm bet
ter"
Flowers frightened up his bedside
and . picturs-book OK two lay on the
table.
'Ys See" said tho boy, everybody
is so good ter me I can't help but gil
better. Nanny, she comes; and the
doctors they comes, only they hurt
sometimes; an Miss Helen she comes
! an brings me flowers an things tel
eat; an now you comei"
His thin lips parted in . wide grir
Of pleasure.
King talked awhile, and then went
away to join the party waiting for him
at the West Wharf
He did not return to the hotel tha,
night. There WAS large reception &c
be given that evening. He had in.
tended being present, and . though.
passed through his mind Of the COO
breezes, the dreamy music, tho beauty
Of the women; but 1t was not long
ing thought.
''Miss Dane will hold her usua,
court; there will be the usual crowd,
and do not care about it," he mused.
He spent the day with Patsy. II
was a morning of happiness to the
poor child. He forgot his pain listen.
ing to Mr.. Kings stories, and Mr..
King brought him beautiful fruit, and
told him about the trip they would
take on the water when Patsy became
we'll again.
'.An' that'll bepretty soon, I guess, I"
said Patsy, wistfully watching his visi.
tors face.
! When King returned to Patsy in the
afternoon some one was ct the bedside,
q figure in black. King did not wish
to intrude, so he stood beside window,
and presently the lady rose and passed
to the other end of the dormitory.
King came directly to Patsy.
"You seen her, didn't ye?' asked
Patsy, his eyes shining. "That's Miss
Helen. She comes here an brings us
fellers flowers an things all the time,
an now she's goin' to sing. Jest you
listen"
King started in surprise. Mis-.
Heleni And now she was singing.
King drew back further in the
shadow. It was Helen Dane. There
in her plain black gown, with the pinh
roses at her waist, she WAS far sweetel
vision than the Helen Dane In her ele.
CANT costumes, tho admired and feted
queen of the hotel at BirchdalaL
She sat down to the piano and played
for the boys, and then presently abe
had gone, and dreamily King heard
Patsy talking about Miss Helen.
''Ye see, all us fellers says She.
ours, cause she's 80 sweet to us all, We
got to love her. An she sings like
that there bird in the winder, don't
she, Mr.. King?"
eyes" said King. Does she come
often?"
"Pretty often" he said. ''Onct she
came, an'-an' the docthors had kinder
hurt me that day, an I cried"-shame.
facedly he turned away his eyes-'1
couldn't help it; an Miss Helen she
came in, an she held ter my hand the
hull time, an she never winked even;
an then she stayed till got of ter
sleep again, cause it hurt awful It's
my back, ye see." he added explana-
torily.
King told him some stories Of sail
ors and the like, and the boy was
blissfully content. For the slightest
favor he WAS always grateful; the
wistful look in the big blue eyes went
to Kings heart. King did not forget
his new protege; he saw him often.
But he did not chance to meet Miss
Dane again at the hospital. Once he
came in while she was singing, but be-
lieved she had not seen him.
can amt she pretty, Mr.. King?"
asked Patsy.
eyes," assented King, as one always
agrees with q sick child.
Patsy did not grow stronger. II
was one autumn day when Julian King
went up to see him. He was alone,
and lay with closed eyes, looking very
weak, indeed. King put down the
chrysanthemums he had brought, .
great pink and crimson blot on the
white coverlid.
Patsy opened his eyvs and smiled
family. ''Thank ye, Mr.. King" hs
whispered. "Ain't they pretty2
King took Patsy's hot hand in hi
own strong white palms.
''Do you feel better, PatsyT'
Fatsy smut his eyes again and big
tear stole down his cheek.
'It's-it's Nanny" he said. ~
can't take keer of her NO more; 81
Ain't goin' to git well, Mr.. King. They
had ter tell me, cause I wanted ter
know"
"Oh. yes, you'll be we'll again,
hope" said King cheerily. ''And III
see that your mother does not suffer.
Let me tell you the funny thing just
saw now."
So he amused and diverted ths
child, and presently Patsy fell asleep.
King had known for some time the
boy could not live. The hospital doc
tors had done all in their power for
him; and King had had An eminent
consulted on the case, but il