The Caldwell tribune., 1904-12-03

added threatening, as the postman set
the child on the lower step.
But the mail carrier showed signs of
continuing the conversation, and when
Dolly pleaded eagerly to be allowed to
go into the street, and Mary caught
the name Of her mistress, she relented,
saying carelessly:
"OhI Mrs. Flynn said. you could?
Then go along, for goodness sakew
Dolly darted eagerly to the sidewalk
again, followed by Spot, and together
they hurried up the short street into
turned into the crowd, Dolly breathed
more freely. She was half afraid that
Mary would change her mind about
granting this unusual freedom, and
send that awful postman after her.
On and on they went, past great
doors where throngs of people were
entering and leaving, and past store
windows full Of toys which, another
day, would have delighted her. No one
noticed the little runaway, or, If they
did, it was only to smile, and remark
how bright and earnest the brown eyes
were, or how the low white socks had
slipped down so as to be almost in
visible-for Mrs. Madison dressed her
baby as well as she could afford, even
neglecting her own dress to do so.
Dolly took no interest in the gay
throngs Of people that she passed. She
had an indistinct idea Of what she
wanted to do, and she kept on.
Soon the streets grew less noisy, and
broader, there was an occasional tree,
and the sidewalks were smoother.
Houses took the place of stores, and
the child began to realize how tired
she was. Her little feet were burn
ing, and seemed very hard to lift, and
she sighed, soft baby sigh. Then her
face lit up.
"Now we'll look for the incest, pret-
test house, Spot" she said eagerly,
then we'll ring the bell and they'll say
come In That's what mamma did"
In well-furnished library, gentle
man was lying on a sofa, one foot,
which was tightly bandaged, on a pill
low. The doctor, who had just re-
moved his hand from the bandage,
rose to 60.
"It's too bad old man." he said.
TITS bad sprain, and will take some
time to cure. It was the first time
wasn't it?'
The patient nodded and cleared his
throat at the mention of his 6-year-old
girl, who had died two weeks before.
Her mother was dead, also, and he
was alone. His kind, genial nature
had changed since the death of his
child.
The doctor took his leave, and Mr..
Abbott was left to himself. He picked
up a book, tried to read, threw it
down, and picked up magazine. But
that soon followed the book, and he
rang the bell impatiently.
''Get me cigar, will you, Thomas2"
he said to an old servant.
Thomas did as he was told, casting
a pitying look at his young master.
Its too bad, SIR" he said.
tits beastly slow" grumbled Mr..
Abbott, with little kick at his wound
ed foot. Thomas, If any one calls,
show him in"
Half an hour later the doorbell rang,
and as Thomas went along the hall,
Mr. Abbott pulled the afghan more
smoothly over his foot, saying half
aloud:
''Thank heaven, I need not spend the
afternoon alone"
He looked expectantly- towards the
door as Thomas pushed it open, say
ing, "a young lady to see you, SIR"
and to his surprise, child, hatless,
and with faltering steps entered the
room.
Thomas, what do you mean by
this?" he asked sharply. "If you call
this joke it is very poor one"
He was hurt, and sharp pang went
through his heart. Those brown eyes
brought his Ethel back to him. What
right had another child with brown
eyes? and what
Thomas, a very red Thomas, was
about to explain, when the child spoke:
81 came house-huntin'," she said
simply, but" And a little sob
rose in her throat-"tf you're cross,
I'll 60 away"