The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1896-03-05

circumstances, he picked out the fright
ened twain and had them in his operat-
ing-room in a twinkling, with stout
door closed between them and the
rest of the noisy crowd-with one ex-
ccption. George Washington, of Joy
street, was as active as thin pig, and
the door was shut altogether too late
20 smut him out. This was well for
the educating influence which he
swayed over his mates in after days.
1t also made the long and semi-silent
wait outside somewhat more endurable.
George would keep an eye out, never
fear, and tell them all about it after
ward.
Still, it was long, long horr of
waiting. 1t gave the boys time to sober
down and do some pretty serious think
ing. Not a sound had come from be-
yond that door as yet; and yet-and
yet! jim and Mickey were both
plucky ones. They might be half killed
before they'd yell a note. Nobody
heard Jim whimper the night when
he got rolled along the irons beneath
She fender of the south-bound electric
car. when the brake-chain snapped and
let it come flying into the crowd. And
yet the emergency men could hardly
find square inch on him that did
not have it's black-and-b reminder
OF that rolling. There wasn't much in
he room itself, either, to enliven their
meditations. The sofa-well, they
could not see the sofa. There were too
many on it. There were two chairs,
part of which were visible. There
was also a certain landscape on the
wall, an old English painting-a fine
work of art, no doubt, to one born
under gloomy skies, but wonderfully
depressing to sons of the sunny North
End" both Jew and Gentile-and there
were plenty of both present Outside,
through the window, there was just the
blank wall of the next building, with
CLEAN of a white cloud glancing down
over its shoulder. The room had a
cell-like effect, on the whole and some
of them knew something of the genu-
inc article.
"S'pose he's cuttin' into emp" asked
some body, with a SILVER, breaking into
long silence.
Dan shook his head gloomily, pessi-
unsteady. He couldn't say. 1t had
not been his plan. He assumed no re-
sponsibility in that direction. There
was no knowing what those doctors
did when they got their chance! and
thereupon, seeing the sensation
aroused, he proceeded to add to it by
iudicious, somber hints of tales that
he had heard and could tell if it were
the proper place and time-but he had
u prediction for a safer place, him
self; till at last a somewhat skeptical
youth in his audience rebelled, and
cried: you don't know any more
about it, Dan Haggerty, than a cross
eyed hen." And since that particular
| fowl is a very rare bird, indeed, and
with CORRESPONDENCE few opinions,
their spirits perceptibly rose again;
in the midst of which the door opened
quietly and the three boys sidled in,
sheepishly smiling, although two of
them were still little pale. The third
was not made that way.
Come again a week from to-day"
said a voice, land We'll see how it
| lasts" And then, somehow, they all
| found themselves out in the street
| again and hunting for sunny corner.
"Now, then, Joy Street, tell us all
about it," cried Dan Haggerty, with
authority.
George, of Joy street, was perfectly
willing. 1t was his plan, and to him
| belonged the credit. 1t was right that
he should now reap little.
my! but you just orter been in
there!' he began, his eyes rolling,
deep pause just adding to the tanta-
| lized interest of his audience. George
| may be novelist when he grows up, he
| understands SO well the art of building
air castles on slim foundations.
There's a table in there, with glass
| top. Fust-rate idea, that, for you can
see everything that's in the drawer I'M
der the top; and tell you he has some
mighty shiny tools there! All sorts of
things-long-ha nippers, one that
! had pair of scissors on the end of 'em,
| and knives that looked as sharp as
b-r-r-rr!" The boys all shivered in har-
mony. "Then he had lot more on the
top. Lots Of cotton, too, stuffed into
fat glass bottles, to wipe blood with,
you know" There was sigh of adj
miration at that fellows advantages.
What luck he had. THE doc he told
Mickey ter squat; but Mickey couldn't
| hear i'm. He told him to again louder.
No go. Then he picked him up by the
arms and sat i'm down easy-like in the
chair. Then the doc picked up little
round lookin'-glass with a round hole
in the middle to peek through, and
strapped it onto his own forehead with
a sort o harness."
"Wot for?" cut in somebody.
Dunno. Yesido! Ter flash light in
to where he was lookin'. Then he took
some pinchers with funny thing on
the end like split tin horn that would
come apart or shut up whole. He stuck
that into Mickey's ear, sprung it open
some, and peeked. Then he did the
same TO his nose"
"Get Quit"
This prophet must relate things rea-
sonable, if he would be believed. But