The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1904-01-31

| the anb lance, Und all times his ma
| ma hoilers ind yells und saws mad
| words on the doctor so he had a mad
over her. IND Morris he laws in the
ambulance und cries Now he's sick. .
school dragged heavily that morning
| Tor the distressed and powerless Miss
| Bailey. She thought remorsefully of
| the trusty armor of timidity which she
Rad, plate by plate. stripped from her
/ favorite. and of the bravery and low
ing kindness which she had so carefully
substituted and which had led the child
I-where?
Nathan" she called as the children
We're going home. do you know to
what hospital Morris was takang Did
you see the doctor?"
Sure did T.
Was he tall doctor? Had you ever
seen him before?"
No ma an answered Nathan with
beautiful directness. 1T wasn't your
! fellow. We amt seen him from long.
But Morris he goes on the Guv-neer
Hospital. I amt never seen the doctor.
but 1 knows the driver und the horse"
Shortly after three O'Clock that after
noon Miss Bailey and Doctor Ingraham
were standing beside a little bed in
Gouverneur Hospital.
Nathan is a horrible little lar said
the doctor genially. Morris viii be as
Well as ever in a week or so. The horse
stood on his foot and bruised it rather
badly, but he has all his fingers and
his ring too. Haven't you, old mani
"Yiss ma'an, yiss sir; I'm got it
here, answered the boy. as, with his
uninjured hand, he drew up his batter
ed trophy, hung about his neck on a
piece of antiseptic gauze. It's from
sure gold und you gives it to me over
that cat But say, Teacher. Missis
Bailey. horses amt like cats
mo. dear I know; that was wick
ed horse"
''Yiss man'an: I guess you don't
know bout horses You says boys
should make all times what is loving
nit horses, but horses don't make what
is loyin' nit boys. Und my mamma /
she says it's a foolishness you should
make what is lovin' nit something's
sooner you don't know something's is
loving nit you. 1 done it and now
I'm got a sickness over it,"
Dear. L know. But it won't be a
very long sickness, and I shall come
to see you every day to bring you books
and candy and to tell you stories.'
Take off your hat so 1 can put mine
head at your necktie, und then you
should tell me that story over. Once
upon some time when that world was
young
1t was nearly five o'clock when Miss
Bailey gently disengaged herself and
set out upon her uptown way. She
passed from the hush of the hospital
wards and halls into another phase of
her accountability. Upon the steps, a
wild-eyed and disheveled, was
lurling an unintelligible mixture of
pleading and abuse upon the staIwart
rame of Patrick Brennan's father, the
policeman on the beat. The woman
ore her hair, wept. and beat her
breast, but Mr.. Brennan's calm was
mpassive.
You can't see him." he remarked.
Didn't they tell you that Thursday
vas visiting day? Well. and isn't this
'hoosday? Go home now and shut up"
Mine Colt, he will dier' walled the :
woman.
Not he said Mr. Brennan. GO
one now and come back on Thursday.
There's no good standing here. And
here's no good coming back in half
n hour. You'll not see him before
thursday
The woman fell to wild weeping, and
er sympathizing neighbors followed
uit. "Ach, mine little boy!' she wall
d. milne arme little Morris!'' And {
arne little Morris the neighbors ech-
ed. = !
Morris MogiIewsky?'' asked Miss Y
'aiIey.
yes. maam,' answered Mr. Brennan
18th shrug. 4
yes. ma'am," cried the neighbors in
brill chorus. 6
yes, maam,'' walled the woman.
Mine Morris. They makes 1 shouldn't {
} see him. They takes him here the
lille he gets killed off of a horse
KILLED und chawed off of a horse" 7
1rieked the comforting neighbors.
And are you his mother?" pursued T
Iiss Bailey.
Yes, ma'am," they all answered as I
efore.
Very well; think can take you to A
sc him. But not if you are going to
2 noisy A
A stiffness as of death settled upon
RS. Mogilewsky as she sank down at c
ISIS Bailey's feet in dumb appeal. And
onstance Bailey saw, in the eyes so Z
Ike Morriss fixed upon her face,
orId of misery which she had surely II
Tough innocentIy wrought
DR.. Ingraham was summoned and
ent to Miss Bailey's will A few mo- p
ents later Morris languid gaze en- =
'aced his mother, his. teacher and his =
,ctor. The latter found Mrs. Mogil-
vsky's woe impervious to any sooth-
G. ''Chawed off of a horsei' she
"All the child what I got, |
awed off of a horsei''
Wicked old horse!" calculated
sacher. u
Crazy old teacher." snorted Mrs. In
ogilewsky. Fool old teacher! sends pl
inc little boy on the school so he could W
e English write und talk und the eC
Lmbers learn so he comes-through | o