The Yale expositor., 1895-04-26

~ Il w. Humping away
t9 enonsS e1 ens aGor TO w%Re T%Re
the Seven Sleepers, when uncle has
just laid down for his nspl l declare,
I've no patience with that child?"
"It's on an errand he's come this
time, Miss Hannah" said Thyrza, the
help. cat least that's what he says.
There amt no believin' Pinkton's boy,
though"
Outside in the angry red twilight,
the March wind was howling like some
infuriate demon, rocking the bare tree
tops to and fro and rafting tho loose
window shutters against the side of
the house, while under the hill the
breakers of Lone Bay flung themselves
like miniature parks of artillery along
the rock bound shore.
Hannah shuddered as she stepped
out on to the porch and confronted a
dirty, red-haired little varlet.
"What is it, Hezekiah?" said she,
sharply. "Now you can't be hungry,
and l know you are not cold, for you
are wearing uncle's old overcoat. l
should like to know what sends you
here now"
'Please, miss" said Hezekiah, :it
tain't /; it bees old Mrs. Kesley."
"NIrs. Kesley again?" said Hannah,
with gesture of despair. "Why, it
was only yesterday that uncle was
there"
at bees old Mrs Kesley," stolidly
repeated HeZekiah. "She be in II
MORTAL hurry. Her have got mortal
bad pain III her bones.
"Pshaw !" said Hannah, more to her.
self than to Hezekiah, who added:
'Her told to run; then l ruined,
/ did, an the wind most blow'd L off
the hill"
"Poor child !" said Hannah.
"Tbyrza, give him bowl of tea and
slice OF gingerbread. But all the
same, l am not going to disturb uncle.
He WAS out all night, and this morn
ing he had to drive over to Castle
Peak, and he has only just laid him
self down for a nap. I'll take bag
of hops and little quinine and some
aconite, and drive over myself, with
old Blackie, in the gig"
'But how will Mrs. Kesley like ?"
said Thyrza, with broad smile.
"Oh, she won't care !" said Hannah.
"And besides, she can't help herself.
1 shall tell her that uncle sent me-"
And with haste and speed the doc
tors niece bundled herself into black
and green shepherd-plaid shawl and a
hood from which her plump, dimpled
face looked out like pink trailing
arbutus from snow drift.
"Come, Thyrza come, Hezekiah !"
she said. "Light the lantern and cone
along; we'll harness up ourselves
Uncle must not be disturbed"
Hannah Digby was one of those
bright, spirited girls who understood
little of everything. She led out
old Blackie and skillfully harnessed
him while Thyrza held the lantern,
and the halr-witted boy lent ready
assistance with girths and buckles,
and she was soon on her way to Mrs.
Kesley's house, in the face of the how
ling March wind.
Il suppose all doctors have slch
patients" she said to herself. "But
what blessing it would be if Mrs.
Kesley would either die or get we'll !"
1t was long and dreary drive.
Hannah was thoroughly out of pa.
tience, besides being chilled through,
before she sprang out on the door
stone of Mrs. Kesley's old brick
house.
"'d give her piece OF my mind"
said Hannah.
Fresh as a rose she came into the
room--nobody bolted their doors or
turned an inhospitable lock on Green
Mountain-bringing with her fra
grant accompaniment Of pine wood
breath and sweet hillside breezes.
"Well, Mrs. Kesley, what is it now?"
she said, tartly, as she saw figure
huddled up on the broad chintz sofa,
| Just outside the coral shine of the fire.
''I do think it is too ridiculous OF you
to be sending for poor Unole Zalman
every ache and pain that you have !;
and so hard as he has to work, tool"
A groan was the only reply.
"Now don't lie there and groan in
that senseless sort of way" said Han
nah, undoing the layers of the black
and-green shepherd plaid shawl. "Be-
cause you know it won't do bit of
good. don't want TO be- cross with
you, but"
"Bless me, Hammer Digbv. Is that
your" said voice behind her; aud
there entered on the scene a stout,
short old lady, with double chin