Bluefield evening leader. [volume] (Bluefield, W. Va.) 1906-1911, 1909-03-26

a much needed dollar more than once
when he was up agin IT.
In those days we had night order
~ In our ward whom always meant
to poison, but somehow l never got
time. he wound up career OF blum
ders one night by dropping night
lamp into screen, and two minutes
later he dropped the job OF lighting
the fire and hustled to save our cases.
Just as we were congratulating our
selves that all were safely out Tommy
the Cod seized the night nurse by the
neck and yelled:
Where's my pal? Where's Typh 7Y
In the. Inner passage said the
nurse. turning white. They must have
taken him out the other way
The first l heard OF 1t was when
the nurse came crying to me.
II tried to stop him, sirs. the little
heart case No. 10, but he broke away
from me ard ran back into the ward.
He thinks Typh Z is In there
Il thought so, too, and ran for the
entrance, and as reached II n wall OF
black smoke rolled out upon me, some
where back of which rose the voice of
Tommy the Cod, who was exhorting
his pal, and the rattle of a wheeled
chair.
Keep yer head down, buddy. Airs
fresher near de floor. Dere's de door
ahead! Blast de chart It's stucky
Never mind me, old man. / heard
Cuthbert say. Make run for It.
You can send back after me-
Not on yer life,' began Tommy.
put the brave words ended In pitiful,
strangling cough.
sGroping blfndly, stumbled upon
the chair and with rush brought INV
two patients out into the hall. Tom
my keeled over, and we got him TO
open air unconscious. When he came
to his first words were:
Ibid yer get my pair
I'm right here, Tommy said Cuth-
bert, catching the boys hand.
Dats all right, den,' said the Cod
contentedly. But i guess Pm done.
Dey always told me inhalin' wasn't
good fer kids he added, with faint
grin.
"Cutlbert looked up at me appeal.
lngiy, but had to shake my head
Tommy's diagnosis was correct. Cuth-
bert climbed out OF his chaIr-aRainst
my orders-and bent over Tommy.
Little PAL he said, you saved my
Tommy waved the matter away air.
lly. 'Dats all right. 1t was up to me.
between pals, yer know, yer'd have
done de same trick fer me-
God knows, I'd have tried. And
now there's nothing can do said
Cuthbert, his voice breaking. Isn't
there anything, Tommy? Haven't you
got any relations or friends / could
helpf I'm rich, you know
F'Gwan" said Tommy family. rs
dat right? fought yer was a charity
patient He pondered for a moment
There's dat fluffy haired Ioidy dat
come to see rue last week. She was
pretty white to me. You might kinder
iook out fer her a bit. Dey said she
was me old woman, but I dunno. Wot's
dc dinerenceT said Tommy the Cod
YEARLY She was white TO me any.
way And Tommy said no more
FCuthbert buried Tommy I'm style.
went to the professional inter
est you know. Wei. Cuthbert has
been paying his debt TO Tommy ever
since, looking after the fluffy haired
ioidy,' as Tommy called her. She
called herself Trevannion, believe. ON
the stage"
Trcyannion," interrupted sibyI
Beach -"Nlola Trcvanni0nT
why, DO Won know here asked her
cousin IN surprise.
"Yes-no; never mind" said sibyl
TREMENDOUSLY. Harvey, I want you to
go ashore and telegraph Mr.. Cuthbert
that we-that am expecting him and
sign my name. You needn't stare So
she added Indignantly. Then she turn.
ed and hurried below.
We'll, upon my soulY muscd Dent
as he went over the side 90 send the
message. II must have done that nm.
commonly we'll
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