The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-11-26

reader when he learns that the bad blond
woman and the wicked ticket chopper mort
RRged poor Bily's bones to q hospital for
$500. and ran away and spent the money
IN riotous living7 Small wonder. too. that at
such o tale as this that light pink flush rose
gradually up from under young Hobart's
collar. Or that. thinking possibly Of what
might some day happen to himself, the skelo-
ton felt his great heart grow sore within him.
and looked on the big frame OF the strong
man and cursed tho God who had made him
what he was" N
Meanwhile Maobi. in q low-necked and short
sleeved blue silk dress. with black satin trim
minRs, Ia daintily dipping her snakes In a tub
OF lukewarm water. Suddenly q woman's
shrek rings through the Vastly halls Of the dime
museum. And-almost ere the reader knows
Just what has ha~ppened-behold young Hobart
Peckham down on his knees, sucking the pol
son from q wound In the fair girls finger; while
che. alas. still looks lovingly at the strong man.
That sorry hero, We need scarcely state. sits
heavily in his chair and doesn't do a thing but
look frightened.
my God, girl. he said at length, "tsn me how
bad In if'
"You get q hack" said the girl.
And DO the strong man rushed out into the
crowded street. knocked over a small boy and
untab OAuO AhkiAy Aahe 4OhAe
Hobart Peckham, on the other hand. preserved
an admirable self-oontrol. and took the girl to
see the nearest doctor and even in the rush ana
hustle Of this strenuous tale. Mr.. Charles Bel
mont Davis finds time TO tell us that the physi-
clan wore q black frock coat and o white lawn
tie and was visibly suffering from the effects Of
the extreme heat Incidental to o New York
summer day.
At this point the narrator seems to grow
somewhat feverish and confused. though the
reader IL lefs with the impression that poor
Maobi IL in o bad way. What she needs"
says the strong man. lis some fresh country
air." And 90 young Hobart tiptoed gently to
the sick girls side and laid his thin hand
lightly on her hair. It'll all come right, little
girl" he whispered. It'll all como right"
And then he. too. went out and sold his bones
to the nearest hospital. But Maobi. having got
the money, went OF with the strong man. and
Hobart Peckham, clad insuf1ciently In q suit Of
red worsted tights. set out through the crowded
streets to follow them.
Not q breath stirred; the hot air from the river
noated up the narrow streets and was waited slowly
and mercilessly into the open Window Of the high
built houses. An occasional man trudged YEARLY
over the baked pAvementa.
Needing neither the hot afr nor tho high
built houses. nor the baked pavement nor even
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elevated trains rushed quickly By. and they
rushed by overhead. in their customary and I'M
emotional way; all the noises Of the street
kept right on making themselves heard. and
still the skeleton sped on. At last he reached
the river. and for a moment thought Of suicide.
But honesty forbade. i've no right to-" he
murmured. 1--WE no right to. It wouldn't be
fair to the hospital"
At Just about this point the skeleton and Mr..
Davis both wake up. and the reader learns that
It has all been q dream Young Hobart In
lying in the doctors room. and over him stand
Maobi and the physician with the white tie.
Afew minutes later Maobi and the skeleton were
driving back in their hired carriage.
$50 I didn't sell my bones. aud-and you didnit
leave me. after ali, did you r. said the skeleton
Leave your said Maobi. II guess not were
In it-for keeps."
And although the sun was shining and the carriage
was quite open. she held his hand In the one which
had not been stung for at least . minute.
Happy. happy Maobi and happier skeleton.
to have their loves thus elo%quently told Of by a
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