Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1897-10-29
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THE Il0RTGAGE ON R0DEAIGK DHU.


lilly stopped ironing and listened
The pounding, with its accompani
ment Of baby language, bad ceased.
'Roddy Dool Roddy Door, called
Tiliy, in alarm. Had he run away
againg-Oh, dearl
'It's that gran mother knot ! tiedr
she thought 'If 1 only could learn
to tic a square one that he couldn't
undoI'
She got down from the salt box ii. 0
hurry. II fell over with little crash.
lilly was so short and the table was SC
tall that the salt box was as necessary
to ironing day as the irons themselves.
''Roddy Roddy Doc she called
all the way ont to the apple tree. Yes
just as she had expected. He'd run
away The clothesline trailed away
with sinuous curves down to the little
one hinged gate, but there was n,
Roderick Dhu, rosy and dimpled ami
dirty, at its end. Only his crumply
pink sunbonnet with the white "pokel
dots" was left of him. lilly snatche6
it up.
.'Roddy Doo-ool Rod-dy Doo-oo-oo
Where are you-oo?" she kept calling
unconsciously poetic. There was very
little poetry in lilly CANDLES hard
unsheltered little life-and so mucl
prosel
The big calico apron that went with
the irons and the salt box trailet
round Tilly's toes and got in their way
persistently. The Grumpy sunbonae
tapped against her knees us she sour
ried on.
"Where'n the Grated worlds her NJ
tor" she gasped. "he amt up tn,
road or down the roal or crossways o
the road can't see single inch o
him, and it's too far to the riv-- Oh
nc, no, nor
She shuddered all over her thin it'll
frame, and the freckles on her small
face stood out unduly prominent oil
its sudden whitcncss.
''He never could run there, will
such teenty-tonty short legs-hi
couldn't he couldn'tl' She comforte,
herself, but the fright stayed benin,
in her heart. That terror was neve
quite out of Tilly's heart, except a
night when Roderick Dhu was asleel
and beyond its reach.
"Oh, dearw sometimes she thought
eff Moses Brady's last name was onl,
Bulrushes and he ha miracle roi
and could dry that river upl'
But Roddy boo had not run ava,
to the river. lilly found him-of al
placesl--in Gershom Flint's from
yard. Was there ever such bah,
there before? Did ever another bah
rummage among his flower beds?
1t terrified lilly to see him there
She caught him up and twisted hin
in her apron.
80 Roddy Doow she cried, softly
"You ran away, You naughty baby
you naughty, naughty Roddy Dool'
''Fowl fowl seel" piped Rodericl
Dhu, opening his tiny moist palm t.
display broken-spirited flower or tw
crushed into it. His little face pee
ing out of Tiily's apron was freighte,
with mischievous glee.
mo fowl" he criel. 'truggling t
get down.
''No, no; no more flowers. Rodd
Doc must go right home with Till
an never, never, newer run ava
againl An o Roddy Doc, when yo
do run away, don't run to this man
house. He don't like little babies
naughty babiesF' she added, pointin
a hasty moral.
She hurried home and retied Rod
erick DIN with an extra knot to til
ropes end Then she went back I
her ironing. 1t was Mrs. Primble'
ironing, but when lilly took it HON
by and by sharp disappointment
awaited her.
'You needn't come alto, ltSr- ne c
| naxt Tuaedav TIlcIiIy. Mrs Pr