Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-18

die the mettlesome pair tingled to his fin.
ger tips. But how prove he knew how un-
til he learned? How learn II he never
| were to be allowed to try? 1t was q
cruelty disillusioned little lad whom Mr.
Street helped from the buggy.
Run along now to Mrs. S. and get q
bite to eat he said. kindly. Il meant te
bring along some sandwiches for you, blu,
forgot. ] know boys always are hun
cry"
For the matter of that Timothy had
known hunger unguessed by the average
healthy growing boy-had known 1t fol
almost two days. And he was hungry
enough now. But. his hunger to see the
horses put away was greater still.
Couldn't l come with you. sir?" he
asked. shyly. Couldn't I come and see
| the horses?"
Mr. Street frowned. "Now, see here.
Timothy, we might as well settle this at
once. You're not to have anything to do
with horses. That's not your job. !
| won't have you hanging around the sta
bles. And l don't want to have to men
ton this again"
Timothy turned without word and
went around to the kitchen door. He
never had dreamed Of such bounty as
the supper table boosted; never mag
ined that several kinds of meat and four
different vegetables could adorn table
at once. When hot biscuit cornbread.
golden butter and buttermilk were added
Timothy likened it to kings feast. even
without the strawberry shortcake when
followed. But though he gloated on II,
he did not eat much. The disappointment
had been too unexpected and keen. he
was glad when he could seek his clean
little bed under the caves.
AS the days went on his appetite re-
turned and he did justice to the wonder
full things set before him. But he was
subdued little fellow from the first,
nothing like the rollicking, merry lad
who had caught the fancy of his employ
err He got on well. He was obedient and
faithful. quick to anticipate the wants
Of Mr. Street or Of his wife. even willing
to do little more than was IN the BOND
Yet Mr. Street felt vaguely that some
One morning Mrs. Street came down
to the field where Mr.. Street was Telling
eucalyptus trees. Timothy worked be-
side him, cutting the small branches on
getting the wood ready to saw.
I'm going to drive over to see mary
for while, Hector" she said. hans
got Bessie ready before he LEFT. II De
home in time to get supper" she nnished'
smiling at them both.
They worked away almost silently.
The winter supply of firewood grew
and grew. Timothy, hot and tired, work
ed faithfully on. :,
"TlI just finish this tree Tino 1a m
a the MP ssFe saa hane good
Of milk. I'm thirsty. Are your"
Eyes, SIR" answered Timothy, W1pins
his moist face.
well, it won't be long now be
The treacherous AK handle parted ana
cut the word in two. Mr.. Street went
down. For a second Timothy. gazed
awestruck and then flew to his side An
emergency never had confronted him be,
fore, and his twelve-year heart quailed
before this one. But he never paused.
He put his head down and listened Tor
| the heart beats. He flew to the spring
and brought water in his masters hat.
Again and again he bathed the pale race,
yet no vestige of color rewarded him.
He must have help But from where!
Mrs. Street was away: both hired men
were away. He was alone on 100 acres
with hurt-perhaps a dying-man. Tim
othy's soul flashed UP to the need. He
| dragged his master to a place of safety,
lest the half-cut tree should fall. Then,
with none Of the pleasure he had ex-
pected to feel. he led a horse from the
stable and without saddle or bride
| sprang on his back. Somehow he man
| aged to hang on for the four miles. Then,
when they had telephoned for doctor,
he and Mrs. Sweet drove swiftly home.
There was little notice taken OF Tim