Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1900-01-27

IL = ME- BA'h, tHf fAiLNlNED.
for moment lie couldn't discern his
caller Then he stepped to the window
and drew up the shade.
She was little girl. very little
girl. with u little weakened face and
little black eyes that snapped and twin
killed. A shabby brown straw hat crown
ed her black curls. and her frock was
shabby. too. and her shoes and stock
ings were shabby indeed Over her
shoulders was small black shawl. and
with the ends that hung down across
her breast her brown fingers constantly
played
The surgeon looked down at her She
was such little mite, perched upon
the extreme edge Of the biggest chair
in the room, with her shabby little
shoes pushed back against round.
Somehow he didn't say the sharp words
he intended saying
In fact. all he said was, "WellT'
BE you de doctorf" The child 9
voice was little hoarse and little old
for her years. The surgeon nodded
"Then that girl of yourn is fibber.
She says, You can't see him. An
says. 4 will An then l gives her a
push nm runs straight by her. nm here ]
am. an here you be-" And she laughs
noiselessly
well. WE'LL" said the surgeon, re-
pressing an inclination to smile, "now
that You are here. what can ! do for
your"
The child Strengthened her face,
&" 'Tain't for me-. she said quickly
81 wouldn't come here nohow for my
self Your prices is too high. Districk
physickers is good enough for poor folks
like me. Besides, Miss Flaherty. she's
do lady l boards wit. says, oh. how
you do love to knife emf
Perhaps the great surgeon WINGED a
little at this
60" he said. "My time is vain,
able"
"Mine amt" said the child COM
placently. "But what ] comes here fe'
Is Petite.
"And who Is PETER
"Hes me big brudder. who's goir
on 10. He got hurried by motor las
Tuesday, an you got him In de horspi
tai. ward 2. fort bed from de door
The surgeon took out a memorandum
book
eyes" he said; peter Mullen, rib
broken. spine hurt. remember tn
boy What about himH"
"Didn't he say nothin about Mamie
OATS me. You see. it's de fust tim
Petite an mo has been sap'rated sine
mudder died" She passed the fringet
end Of the shawl quickly across he
eyes. There. it's all right Boys will
get hurt. What wants to say Is this
At 'lcven o clock youse Is going to oper
ate on Petite He tole me 30 hisseli
He was lyin quiet. an the young doc
tors thought he was asleep An de
says it was a mos interestin case a
scarce. an dat you was bonn to try d
knife on it. An dey said dat wild goo
nursin Petite would git well In d
match raj way. but In de intrust Of SC
ence-dat's what dey said-you wa
goin to take de chances wild dc knife
an den dey said dere wasn't one chanC
In 90 of de boys livin through 1t. Sees
The surgeons face grew dark.
"Well. what Of itf" he asked almo
roughly,
Don't git mad" said the chill
"I'm just givin It to you straigh
You see. it's like dis: I can't spal
Petite nohow. He's all I've got ain
strong meself. an Petite looks after II
like a mudder He's an awful sma
boy He sells papers an runs errands
holds horses He kin do mos anythin
An what want to say is dat II scien
needs kid to cut why not take me .
let Petite got"
whats thatf" cried the surge'
sharply
"There You 20, gittin mad ag'in