The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1904-12-08

it may be like the one you lost, and go
round the corner to the store where
there are bottles and flies in the Win
dow and tell 'em one legged Tom sent
you for his medicine. Then you tie
the bottle to this string which | throw
over the wall. and III haul in the mcdi-
cine that cures my cough. Listen to
my cough!' And a series of sepulchral
sgonized sounds startled the air. I'll
e you boost over the wall and the
5tain too. Remember, they'll drown
,1e Captain tOnightr'
Drown the Captain! Sillabil felt
queer. He was not alarmed for to be
alarmed you ought to have a thought,
and SillabiJ hardly ever thought, his
latest thought having been a week ago
when he had seen his mother in Il long
box which the women of the house
told him was for her to sleep in and
that if he cried he might wake her
OF course he wouldn't wake her, he
said, for she must be tired or she
wouldn't have fallen asleep over her
sewing machine, though the thought
Of a week ago took the form of a ques-
ton: "Why did his mother go to sleep
:, in the long box?" Then the women
of the house sent him out for q romp
with the Captain. When he got back
his mother was no longer there, and a
man brought him to his present place
Of abode
1t was the good lame man who liked
to kick him in order to see him jump
who told him that his mother was
Sleeping under the daisies.
Il Sillabil would not ask where the
daisies were for that would be like
: saying that his mother had neglected
to tell him, and his mother had never
neglected him.
you've got nice name, too, Silla-
BILL" said the good lame man. It's
only part of big word, and you're
(. only a part of yourself. Something
up here, eh?7 And he tapped himself
ON the forehead. Sillabil was used to
people tapping their foreheads when
they spoke about him. and it looked
so wise that he had got into the habit
Of doing it himself when he spoke of
other people.
'You understand" persisted the good
lame man. they're going to drown the
Captain. He can hardly see, can he?"
Eyes, he can," Sillabil cried, "only his
eyes got hurt that time the house was
afire and he wouldn't leave me till
was awake, and so he got burnt"
Hurry, Sillabil," urged the good
lame man, for it's nearly dark, and
they'll soon drown the Captain
1t was the work of a momentum
tree, on to a wall drop outside the
captain scrambling after him, limping
4. a. little where he had fallen.
In vast haste Sillabil found the
shop around the corner.
Medicine for one legged Tom" he
said, placing on the counter the silver
! coin that looked so much like the one
NJ sad lost. And then, remembering
* wise act, he tapped his forehead
and nodded.
OF course they understood him, and
he took a small bottle and tied it to
the dangling string hanging over the
wall across which he and the captain
had come. The bottle disappeared.
"Here comes the man after the Cap
tainr' voice said and Sillabil and
the Captain struck out. How they did
run! There was a new freedom about
It; no one to frown at you, as had been
the case for week, no one to push and
jostle you. But where to go, where to
find the daisies! The good lame man
had said that daisies grew in country