Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1907-07-13

soft spot ia a feller gifts to achin'
that's what freezes him up into bein' .
a devil"
There's good in the world-good
70 the world, muttered Name, l5ck- !.
ing in her chair Its come to me
this night. You never was mean 10
me, Tim, never, You amt so bad
~ steal or starve. / know know.
An Petite so sick an needin things"
Come! GOMEZ" said FaIlon roughly
put kindly. THE lads restin' an bet
ter III watch the boy. / don't know
now much I've pinched, but there's !
ron In the pocketbook / couldn't see,
put my thumb an fingers knows the
Leei OF bills. Tomorrow well have I
doctor from out of town
Iim!' her hands clenched again.
I've had doctor"
What" sternly. "An' told YER"
Yes, but you was OUT. He wasn't
the kind to squeal He was a youngish
man-Miss Olney's brother. She told
him about Pete
THE mission gal?T
Yes, yes, she could come in yer
said. Oh! Tim, there's good in the
world"
Mr. Fallon grunted. Mighty little,"
said he. Go ahead. What does he
say?"
Just ip time he said I'll have
the little chap out of danger in two
days. An the things he done, Tim.
Like mother an so quick. He run
TO the nearest drug store an come
back with two bottles an he paid for
the medicine. Such a kind, cheerin
man he was, too. Tellin' me not to
worry, an sittin' by our boy, calmin'
him so nice. First | knew Petite drop
ped off an he's slep' ever since. The
doctor set there by him for nigh an
hour with little glass thing stuck
under the baby's arm. By an by, up
he gets, all grins.
Good says he, the fever goin'
down jest right an he give me some
directions Then he wrote a perscrip-
ton which was to get in the mornin'.
!" l amt sure I'll have the money for
it, | says.
He was settin' on the old lounge
nxin' his medicine case. for he give
me some nerve pills to take, an says
he, I am, sort of laughin', an he
handed me five-dollar bill If want
fer that an the bottles I'd think twas
all dream"
She wiped her eyes with her dirty
apron. Fallon's sharp visage was set
like mask of iron.
He'll git it back an more" said he,
grimly, but his voice quivered I'm
only hopin my grabs worth while I
owe that man somethin' an he'll be
paid. Perhaps, by to-morrer the fever
would have went-up! Let's see now"
His prize was extracted from its hid
ing place where he had been patting il
with the lingering enjoyment of an
ticipation. Let's see, Name" open
ing the wallet, here's ten, twentyl
uord. amt we luckyD Sixty-two
bones fer the starvin' poor. Papers,
nothin' to us. Visitin cards-aw-
great God! Name"
ITS his'n!" gasped the woman.
staring at the bit of pasteboard Fallon
ILL pClOIt ntI. T1t-nc lcll u0
one-Doctor Roswell .Olney-an'-I-
ow-that-purse-I see it when he
give me the money. Tim-tell me
oh! you didn't hurt him bad?"
mot a Bit" said the man. duly,
but if he'd yelled for help-well. I'm
Ratty Fallon, yer know, an"
Ssh! / do know" her words were
q IN Ortishn1 Of tc
IN try" said Fallon, simply. Il
kin do somethin'-tend bar or be
bouncer"
Silently he replaced the money and
papers.
where did he leave it," he NUT
tered.
ION the lounge, Tim" the ghost of
smile wreathed the pale lips.
Put 1t there. an pick it up for safe
keepin'. Twill be the truth What
about to-morrer?"
He's comm between twelve an
two. Hospital work, he does, an
that's his best time. After a couple
of days we won't need him, he says"
'Hum!" Fallon got to his feet and
went to the door of the back room.
There he listened to the quiet breath
ing of his child.
He came back and stroked his wife's
unkempt hair.
Then, by the light of the dim kero-
sene lamp he surveyed his discolored
orbs in the clouded mirror hanging on
the shabby wall.
For couple of days between the
hours of twelve and two | shall be
out" said he.