Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1904-11-01

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 no.
Now we'll look for the incest, pref
test house, Spot" she said eagerly,
"ttnen well ring the bell and they'll say
come in That's what mamma did"
In a 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 &c.
Its too bad, old man." he said.
Its bad sprain, and will take some
time to cure. 1t was the first time
you'd been out since EthePs death,
wasn't it2''
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 ii
down, and picked up magazine. But
that soon followed the book, and he
rang the bell impatiently.
''Get me cigar, will you, Thomas?'
he said to an old servant.
Thomas did as he was told, casting
a plying look at his young master.
Its too bad, sir" he said.
Its 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, 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 a 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:
II came house-huntin'," she said
simply, but And a little sob
rose in her throat-"if you're cross,
I'll so away"
Mr.. Abbott looked at her in some
surprise.
"Who are you, child?" he asked.
But instead of answering, the tired
little creature suddenly covered her
face with her hands and burst into
tears.
Come here" said. the invalid. kind
", and he put out his hand and caught
her dress. ''Who are you, and why
did you come house-hunting? Won't
you tell me all about it?'
Thomas quietly withdrew and closed
the door, but as he moved to and fro
in the next room, he could hear the
murmuring of the little girls voice, and
then his masters, once more kind and
tender. as he comforted the tired child.
Presently the bell tinkled again, and
Thomas opened the door into the IL
brary TO be met with the words:
Hush! She's all tired out, poor
child. Can you lay her on the lounge
without waking her. Thomas? She is
an orphan. poor little mite"
Thomas lifted the sleeping child
from the floor and laid her on the
lounge.
'.She has look like Ethel" muir
INJURED Mr.. Abbott. softly.
The house which Dolly. when a lit
tie girl of four years. selected as "the
incest, prettiest house." has been her
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