Morris tribune., 1902-06-14

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the wame o. him"
ooh, yes, l see," fastened to an
swer.
AYE, a fule can see what's tapped
in his face" with which bit of pro
verbal philosophy he suddenly LEFT
me. But Geordie thenceforth content
ed himself, in Mr.. Craig's presence al
least, with ominCus head ,shakings
equally aggravating and impossible tc
answer.
That same night. however, Geordie
showed that with all his theories he
had mans true heart, for he came in
haste to Mrs. Mavor to say:
Yell be needed over yonder, I'm
| thinkin'."
"Why? Is the baby worse? Have
you been in?"
"Na, na," replied Geordie cautiously;
"I'll no. gang where I'm no wanted,
but yon puir thing ye can hear ootside
weepin' an moanin'.
She'll maybe need ye tae," he went
on obviously to me. "Ye're a kin O.
doctor, l hear" not committing him
self to any opinion as to my profession
al value.
But Slavin would have none Of me,
having got the doctor sober enough to
prescribe.
The interest Of the camp in Slavin
was greatly increased by the illness Of
his baby, which was to him as the ap-
pie of his eye. There were a few who,
impressed by Geordie's profound con-
victions upon the matter, were inclined
to favor the retribution theory and con-
meet the baby's illness with the venge-
ance Of the Almighty. Among these
few was Slavin himself, and, goaded
by his remorseful terrors, he sought re-
lief in drink. But this brought him
only deeper and fercer gloom, so that
between her suffering child and her
savagely despairing husband the poor
mother was desperate with terror and
grief
"Ah. madame" she sobbed to Mrs.
Mavor, my heart is broke for him.
He's beet noting for tree days, but jis
dreenk, dreenk, dreenk"
The next day a man came for me in
haste. The baby was dying, and the
doctor was drunk. l found the little
one in a CONFUSION lying across Mrs,
MAYORS knees, the mother kneeling be-
side it, wringing her hands in dumb
agony, and Slavin standing near, silent
and suffering, | glanced at the bottle
of medicine upon the table and asked
Mrs. Mavor the dose and found the
baby had been poisoned My look Of
horror told Slavin something was
wrong, and. striding to me, he caught |
my arm and asked:
What is it? Is the medicine |
wrong"
tried to put him off. but his grip |
frightened till his fingers seemed to
reach the bone.
THE dose is certainly too large. But |
let me go. l must do something"
He let me go at once, saying in a
voice that made my heart sore for him.
''He has killed my baby; he has killed /
my baby" And then he cursed the
doctor with awful curses and with
look of such murderous fury on his
face that was glad the doctor was too
drunk to appear.
His wife, hearing his curses and IN
the cause, broke out into
Wailing hard to bear.
"Ah, mon petit ange! It is dat whees-
" OATS keel mon baby. All, mon
,heri, mon amour! All, mon Dieu! All
How often l say that whees-
" he's not good ting"
1t was more than SIavin could bear.
Ind with awful curses he passed out.
Mrs. Mavor laid the baby in it's crib,
or the CONFUSION had passed away,
md, putting her arms about the wall
ng little FrenchWoman, comforted and
oothed her as a mother might her
hild.
"And you must help your husband"
heard her say. "He will need you
more than ever. Think of him"
"Ah, oui, I weel," was the quick re
ly, and from that moment there was
10 more Wailing.
1t seemed no more than q minute till
'layin came in again, sober, quiet and
teady. The passion was all gone from
lis face, and only the grief remained.
AS we stood leaning over the sleeping
HID the little thing opened it's eyes.
aw it's father and smiled. 1t was too
luch for him. The big man dropped
n his knees with a dry sob.
els there no chance at AL, at all?' he
but l could give him no
ope. He Immediately rose and, pull
lg himself together stood perfectly
uiet.
A new terror seized upon the mother,
"My baby is not-what you call it,"
DING through the form of baptism.
An he will not come to la sainte
ierge," she said, crossing herself.
"Do not fear for your little one," said
Irs. Mavor, still with her arms about
er. 1.-THE good Saviour will take your
airing into his own arms"
But the mother would not be comfort
by this, and Slavin, too, was uneasy.
"Where is Father Goulet?" he asked.
"Ah, you were not good to the holy
ere de las tam Michael" she reDlied | I