The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1897-09-29

20 back. and yet longing to Know ;,
what was happening. lie saw
Mrs. Flint return, he saw Kate V
come out and run down the road
10 the doctors house, he saw the t
doctor come back with her-and
still he stood in his hidlng-place, :
with a miserable fear at his heart !
that no excuse could allay for a
moment.
Was not he as bad as 10? Was
he not rather much worse? He
knew that he would never have
confessed and asked pardon for
any fault that he could manage to
keep a secret, and had not this
poor untaught little child shown
a far nobler spirit? Those hours
of suspense taught him what he
really was, better than any preach
ing or teaching could have done.
At last he could bear his thoughts
no longer; the doctor and Miss
Hilton had gone, he knew, but no
sound came from ithe cottage to
tell him whether 10 was alive or
dead. He crept up to the door
and knocked gently. Mrs. Flint
opened it an inch or two and look
ed out.
/ "What do you want?" she said.
:, Il want to know how 10 isl
said George falteringly.
"George!" said a faint voice
from within.
/ "There, now, you've woke him
tup," said Mrs. Flint, sharply,
' "and the doctor said as his life
might hang on his sleeping. Dc
:. go away, can't you!''
n But George did not hear hel
words; the sound of Jo's..voice had
!, ,closed his ears to everything else
e and pushing past Mrs. Flint, he
# was in the room before she coulC
) stop him. He could not speak
II there was big lump in his throa
d that choked HIM, but 10 under
# stood him we'll enough; he put u
|. his arms with q smile, and to hi
l. own amazement George bent dow
% and kissed the little face that h
d had once looked at with hatred.
De I'm goin' to sleep, now salt
|? 10, with a sigh like that of a tire
a baby; and with smile still how
ID ering on his lips, he nestled dow
De again among the pillows.
Mrs. Flint had been watchin
70 the scene with establishment to
great for words; it was beyon
X her powers to fathom, and ST
he pondered over it through the ev'
to ming hours as she sat by JOS sic
and listened to his quiet breatl
1T ing. But though she ponderet
3. she never knew its real meanin!
m 10 was quite ready to tell tt
he story now that he had once COZ
er fessed it; but George, who kne
as his mothers unforgiving natu
as we'll, made him promise that
he would never speak of it to anyol
g. again, and even went himself
lc- ask the same favor of Miss H
lrd ton. Kate could hardly belle
he that she heard Alright; from h
to previous knowledge Of George $
per had imagined that he would ]
ioice in blazon1ng the story
ON JOS wickedness over the wht
ing village, and she could only fl
his that the lesson had been q doul
the one, which would bear good fir
he for both the boys.
to She was not disappointed in l
saw hope. 10 got up from his si'
lad bed with a new gentleness and |
re- mility that all could see, a
which made it matter of gene
at regret when admission was at l
he procured for him into a Childre
he Home; nor was anyone surprl
5, a when the news was heard that
on was favorite with everybc
tile there, and that he bid fair to b
lite clever man some day.
ked His stay in the village had
been in vain, despite all it's TT
hat bles and storms. Mrs. Flint S
God remembers him fondly, for he
and managed to Irvine himself clos
ring round her heart. Kate Hilton Y
was never forget his winning ways ;
was sweet, bird-like voice. But i
George who thinks of him otter
we'll George who is treading the t
q 1t some round that makes q mon
into a schoolmaster, and WI
Vely hasty words and impatient dc
by are checked as he looks at
l by small faces before him and rem
ring bers the day when he nearly bl
the heart of little child!
No man Or woman can enjoy life
lis accomplish much in this world while
de- ering from a torpid liver. Dew
he Little Early Risers, the pills that Gle