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|f■ WIT AND WISDOM.
Nature’s Workshop is full of toads
kW/' tools.
An off hand matter is trying to fin-
I ger a buzz saw when in motion.
A note in the bank is like a rose, be
cause it matures by falling dew-.
He waa battered and smashed, and
alas! for his vision,
’Twas painfully blurred:
He had umpired a ball game, and
to his decision
The crowd thus demurred.
A man was arrested in New York
I the other day who gave his occupa"
I tion as a proof-reader. Knowing t tie
H character ot such an individual, the
police justice—who happened to be
an old printer—promptly sent him to
the House of “Correction.”
A New Jerseynian says he remeni
flElte bers when the mosquitos ot that tav-
J ored State were capable of killing a
/ horse. The above is not introduced
to indicate the degeneracy of the Jer
J Bey mosquito, but to show the su
preme hardihood of ttie Jersey liar.
X: A man in the West named <lood-
I niao, who has hitherto led a blameless
: lift, has unfortunately speculated with
funds that were not his own, and the
papers not inaptly head their reports
with t e )ine:“Another Goodman gone
wrong.
The new electric style of hanging will
j possess this beauty:
Stranger (to lady in mourning)—l
infer, madam, that you have recently
y { lost a husband.
Widow (sadly)—Ah yes, sir. my
||P poor husband was struck by light
j ning.—Epoch.
“Say, mister, your dog bit me.”
I'-, ‘‘The deuce, he did?” %
“Yes, and f want to know what you
are going to do about it.”
"Do about it? Oh, never mind. I’ll
give the dog an emetic and he’ll get
over it.’’—Areola Record.
Mifer'-. Somebody sent the following con
undrum to a Dakota paper: “What
makes a man’s trousers baa at the
knees?” The editor replied that he
thought wearing them did, but he
fej, wouldn’t be sure, as he had sent his
encyclopedia down to the black-
Hi smith’s to have a new cast-iron bind*
HB ing put on.
f Balloonist--No, sir, we never had
such a terribly exciting trip! Oas be
gan to leak as we were crossing the
lake, and we just barely got to shore
On Grand Isle, kerplump on a potato
patch. I was of a cold sweat all over.
Chittendon County Farmer—Say,
mister, did ye notice whether the po
tato bugs was ravagin’ on the island?
—Burlington Free Press.
A fiend in human form claims to
have discovered why sc many girls in
one of the “Queen cities” of the West,
K9p|v have the consumption. It is because
they are constantly taking cold, so
Of the body being on the around.
But it blows tbe'ieather makers some
good.—Shoe and Leather reporter.
The effusive affection displayed by
the Russian Czar and the German
emperor on the occasion ot their meet
ing the other day, must have been
H edifying to the onlookeu, but it was
all a bit of imperial policy, suitable
to the present moment. Just let a
difficulty arise, and Bill and Aleck will
Hg|Mcommence to reduce the population of
each other’s country without the
slightest compunction.
Quibble—Aw, Grotius, how are you
getting on with the case of Von Abba
toir, who chopped his wife’s head off?
Coka—Poorly, poorly! 1 had ors'y
: finished arguing the seventh appeal
yesterday, when the news reached me
that he bad uiid a natural death in
p jail.- It’s useless for legal talent to
contend against the eccentric forces of
Blood in proposes to again cross
Niagara on a rope. Well, Niagara
can stand it if Blondin can; but the
question naturally arises, “What good
is accomplished by such a feat?”
Now, if Blondin wouid only make a
i' ; ;bui»ne«aof wheeling Niagara hack
men out on the rope, and drop a few
of them into the river, he would b?
W- doing a great and meritorious service
little poem of «. pathetic nature,
I showed it to my mother, and she
Editor (after reading the poem)-
Edl tor—Well, you go home and
Li promise your mother never to write
' ; f*!y m WM P dry 7 ’btr eyes!-Harper’s
afraid of catching cold
Hf' LeHbuVbaod.
“My dear, are you aware that the
Mta If thermometer is 90 degrees in the
IP .',i t hat if you have anv suspicions as to
to take it. An electrician declares
that therods do more harm than good.
However it will need more than
the opinion of an electrician to sup
press the lightning-rod man. Wheth
er the rods are good for anything or
not, most folks consider the price
cheap indeed, since the payment rids
us of tie who makes a buisnese of
selling them.
“1 say, Jim, if a fellow took sulphu
ric acid, what would you give him?”
“I’d give him up.”—Harvard Lam
poon.
The boys in Ked Bank, N. J., say
that a couple of w'eeks ago one of the
engine company lellows came over to
New York to get a new Spring suit. It
is also said that he is something of a
“smart aleck,” and drifted over to
Chatham street lor the express pur
pose of beat ing a Jew clothier on his
own dunghill.
“Ho w much do you want for this
rig?” asked Ked Bank, as he stood
admiring himself before the mirror.
“I make it right—take it for $14.”
“What! Ain’t wool way down?”
“Shure.”
“And cotton is down, and labor is
down?”
“Shust so; I see you vos poste.d.”
“Well, then, how can you call that
suit worth $14?”
“My frendt, you haf forgotten al
retty dot buttons was way oop. Dot.
vas der basis Rachall und Ifigureon.”
Those button* are now in Red
Bank.—Fireman’s Herald.
Hired guide—We must cross the
street here.
Stranger—What for?
“A square farther up the wagons
are so thick we can’t get across with
out losing a leg.”
“Well we are over now, what are
you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting for a chance to walk
in the gutter. This building is a ten
ement house, ana tenement house
wads fail every once in a while.”
“Whew! we got safely by that build- j
ing. See here, what are you staring
in that direction for?”
“We most walk around this block;
the street here is underlaid with
steam-heating pipes, and they are
always exploding.”
“Stop a moment; I’m tired out.”
“Great Scott! Don’t lean against
that telegraph pole, it s got electric
light wires on it. You must have
been brought up in the woods.”—
j Om aha World.
According to Law.
Oriental justice has become synon
ymous for both ingenuity and sim
plicity, but it finds parallel in that of
the early alcaldes of California. One
instance of a judge’s candor and a
prisoner’s logic is to be found in
“Celfornia Pastoral.” A man named
Juan lodged a complaint that he had
loaned Pedro a sum of money which
the latter refused to pay, although
he was rich in horses and cattle.
The culprit was summoned before
the alcalde, when Juan stated the
cane, and appealed to Pedro in con
firmation of what he said. The debt
was thereupon cheerfuily acknowledg
ed.
“There,” said the alcalde, ’’sinceyou
owe this debt, why do you not pay
it?”
“Because, senor,” replied Pedro, ”1
have no money.”
“But,” interrupted Juan, “thou hast
a flock, horses, oxen and everything.”
“Well said, Juan,” exclaimed the
alcalde,” and he shall sell them, and
pay the debt, or I will teach him
what law and justice are.”
“A word, sir, by your leave,” said
Pedro. Then turning to Juan he con
tinued, “Well, Juan, didst thou lend
the money to me, or didst, thou lend
it to my oxen, my horses or my flock?”
“I lent it to you, Pedro.”
“Thou sayest well, if thou didst
lend the money to me, then, ofcourse,
I am responsible, and I must pay; but
if thou didst lend it to my oxen, my
horses or my flock, it is clear that
they are responsible, and tiiey must
pay;” and he looked triumphantly at
the alcalde.
The magistrate had listened atten
tively. At this pause, he drew himself
up and said, with much gravity, “Pe
dro, tnou art right, and thy property
cannot be sold.”
“And whab am Ito do then?” ask
ed Juan.
“Wait,” replied Pedro, “till I get
money to pay you.”
“That is ail that can be done ae
crodiug to law.” added the alcalde,
and dismissed the case—Youth’s
FA Motionless Rebel.
Exeitement and danger sharpen a
man’s faculties so that he cuu see and
hear things, which in ordinary circum"
stances would pass unnoticed- A
Rhode Island soldier citss * case in
point. By the side of a tall tree,
about a hundred yards on the left of
hie regiment, stood a rugged-looking
Johnnie, wearing gray trourers, but
ternut-colored jacket, and slouched
felt hat, and, with a rifle at “ready,”
was leaning over, peering at them, as
to them, and told them where he was,
but they could not ew any signs of a
rebel, and I didn’t dare to take my
eyes off him, for fear he would draw a
For five minutes he never moved
from his tracks. I waved my hand,
all the"firing that morning’ and they
tion to ray rebel by sighting him ove>-
tree again, there was the same rebel, |
and in much the same position as ,
when I first saw him.
The boys were getting worked up
over the matter, and I determined to |
bring matters to a crisis. So, keeping '
my eyes fixed on Mr. Johnny, and my j
rille in readiness for quick work, [ be- I
gan crawling through the grass to - i
wards him. !
He never moved, but only watched j
the more closely. A thick stump |
stoo l directly in my path, and I crept J
one side to get by it. As I did so, all j
at once he seemed to separate, and
as I got a few feet further to one side, j
I stopped, and the absurdity of the |
whole matter hurst upon me. 51 y ;
rebel was the gray trunk of an old j
oak. —Youths’ Companion.
Two for a Ouarter.
One may be an excellent cook with
out being strong in mathematics. At
least, those would hope so who were j
compelled to eat pies made by the;
heroine of the following anecdote, i
Possibly, however,, she was less igno j
rant of figures than she seemed to be. j
She may have adopted the theory,
which is said to prevail in Mexico, j
that wholesale customers, having pre- j
sumably mot e money, should be made
to paj at a higher rate.
One morning an old colored woman
came within our lines, and began do
ing a promiscuous business in the
sale of eatables.
“Pies yere!” she sung out. Nice,
fresh pies, ten cents apiece, tw. r a
quarter!”
“That's an enterprising Dinah,” re
marked Saunders, “selling two ten-I
cent pies for a quarter. It beats us j
Yanks.”
I called her to me and said, “You
don't mean that, do you 9 ”
“Yah, 1 mean dose lubly pies is ten
cents apiece; but if you take two you
habs ’em for a quarter. Dat’s cheap
’nough.”
“But you sell them higher by twos
than you do singly.”
“I sells ’em for no mor’n they’er
worth. Deni’s nice pies; one on ’em
is worth ten cents, and two is worth
a quarter.”
“Well, here are ten cents for one,”
and I took one of Dinah’s pies.
"Dat’s right. Dey’sgood and cheap.”
“Now I’ll take another; here are
ten cents more,” and I laid hold ol
another pie. “Now, don’t you see,
you’ve sold them at ten cents apiece,
and you have got twenty cents.”
“Dat aint fair!” cried the old wom
an. Gib me that udder five cents!”
I explained that I bought theca at
ten cents apiece, gave her all she ask
ed, and did not owe her any more.
“You’re cheatin’!” the old woman
exclaimed. “You’re tinks yer can
get ahead o’ dis ole colored woman,
but the liord will smite yer as He did
Pharaoh, and you’ll hab to pay five
cents in de Day o’ Judgment!”
No mathematical explanations
could make old Dinah see her comical
mistake, and, giving her the extra
five cents, to enable her to realize a
quarter on IWo pies at ten cents
apiece, I left her in a brown study,
trying to make out how there could
be any thing queer about it.—Youth’s
Companion.
He Knew a Freshet.
It is quite natural tc» travellers in
foreign lands to compare objects seen
there with similar ones at home,
though, in fact, these comparisons
are sometimes amusing, as in the fol
lowing anecdote:
An American traveller, while in
Venice, chanced to meet a fellow
countryman, and entered into con
versation. The etranger was from
the Mississippi River bottoms.
“What do you think oi Venice?”
asked our American friend.
"Wall, I don’t reckon I oughter ex
press ray opinion now, for I didn't
git here till after the overflow, an’
haint had a chance to see the town;
but, as the water ’pears to be on the
stand still, I reckon it’ll begin to go
down putty soon; but I ’low that
when she starts, she’ll go down right
smart.”
“My gracious, man, this is not an
overflow!”
“Then it’s about as lively a freshet
as ever 1 seed. In our country, when
we have to paddle around the streets
in canoes, we call it a putty good
overflow.”
“You don’t understand. This is
Venice, and the water is always here.”
“You don’t say so? An’ does the
government have to issue rations to
all these folks?”
“Of course not. This town was
built this way to”—
“Wall, that might be, but if it aint
goin’ to fall enough lor me to see the
town, f reckon I’d better go. This is
the blamed est swamp I ever seed!”—
Youths’ Companion.
Women Can’t Vote In Wash
ington Territory. jS
The full text ot Chief Justice -Jones’
recent decision at Tacoma, W. T.,
that women cannot vote in that terri
tory has been given to the public.
This decision is baaed entirely upon
the construction of the intent of con
gress in conferring legislative powers
upon the territory at the time of its
intended meaning of the word “citi
“tl ia wr v | 2 * j
Loved by Two
| “I suppose you are aware.” said
! Mrs. Farrington to her nephew, “that
if you marry before you are twenty
' one without my consent your uncle’s
j money is to go to a charitable insti
| tution. Now, Elma Wyant is a good |
■ girl, but I think you might look high- j
j er than marrying my governess.”
“Then you mean,” said Launt, |
; “that you will not give your consent j
I to such a marriage?”
“Exactly.”
i lie picked up his hat and waiktd j
! toward the door. •
"I love Elma,” he said, “and I in- J
* tend to marry her even if 1 lose the
whole fortune:” and with these words j
j he stepped out, leaving Mrs. Farring-
I ton in a bewildered state of mind.
The young man was crossing the I
garden, when he suddenly came upon
j Elma, seated upon one of the rustic j
| benches. she started up suddenly on j
! his approach and tried to pass him, i
J but he caught her arm.
“Why do you avoid me?” he asked.
I “Did you hear my conversation with
! my aunt?”
Her hands trembled convulsively in j
j his clasp as she answered:
i “Yes, I was reading there when you I
came in. Your voices roused me and !
I was just going to come out from the
curtains when what I heard chained j
me there.”
“Then, Elma,” Launt said, quietly-,
“You know all—that from the first
moment my eyes rested upon your
j face a deep, intense love for you
entered my heart. Is there any hope
that I can ever win your love in
return?”
The girl hesitated; then natural
I truthfulness gained the day. Raising
her soft eyes to his face, she said:
“I will not deny that my own heart
responds to all you say—that al
ready my love is yours; but, Launt,
f can never be your wife. Please let
me go—do not try to break my reso
lution. lam poor, and too proud to
ruin the future of him I love, or en
ter a family that does not want me.”
Opportunity to see her alone were
not offered on the succeeding days.
Meanwhile Mrs. Farrington had tak
en ill, th- doctor informed the family
that it was best for them all to leave
tne house, as the invalid had every
symptom of small-pox.
Elma, who was a listener when he
made this announcement, at once
volunteered to stay as nurse.
The doctor gazed with amazement
at the speaker, while Launt, grasped
Elma’s arm.
“This is madness!” he exclaimed.
“To think of periling your precious
life!”
“I am not alarmed,” the girl
answered. “I can take every pre
caution that a nurse would use, to
ward off nontagion.” There was
nothing for Launt to do but to obey,
and to convey himself and nephews
to the village hotel, there to await
results with anxiety.
On recovering, of course, Mrs. Far
rington was full of gratitude to her
young nurse, and at once sent for
Launt to acquaint him with the
change in her views regarding the
young lady.
“Go to her, I,aunt,” she said, “and
tell her wnat I have just told you.
Surely it will atone for the cruel
words you say she overheard.”
And Launt needed no second bid
i ding.
But neither in house or garden was
she to be found. Disappointed, he
went back to the house. HU aunt
i met him at the door with an open let
. ter in her hand.
“Hasten!" she said. “You may
overtake her.” Then in answer to
1 his look of astonishment: “Elma
has gone. See; this will explain, f
found it in her zoom just now. I went
1 in, thinking to find her there. She
, cannot be over half way to the sta
tion.”
Approaching wheels were soon
; heard by Elma, and uddenty a car
; riage stopped beside her.
“Stay, little runaway?” a gay voice
: cned—a voice in which gladness ran
3 riot; “did you think to escape me so
( easily!”
Lifting her veil, Elma’s startled eves
’ met Launt’s triumphant gaze. Too
much surprised by the suddenness of
1 his appearance and the assurance of
his manner to offer any resistance, al
: most tie r,ae realized what was hap
-1 pening. Elma found herself m a car
? riage by her lover’s side.
1 “Elma,” he said, as they drove
rapidly homeward, “Read this note
J of forgiveness my aunt has sent you
—penned in baste, as you see. but
! with tears of love and anxusty in her
* eyes, and then—l have a word to say
for mj self.
1 Launt watched her until she had
finished reading, then, no one being
s in sight, without waitirig to ask per
-3 mission, he put out his arm and ao
* daciously drew her slight figure to his
’ warmly heating heart.
“Will you marry me, Elma? or do
you stiff intend to run away upon the
. first opportunity?”
And as Elma lifted her sweet mouth
, to his eager caress she was obliged to
acknowledge that love and fate were
, too strong for her.
■ Ilf —-- »
A Dangerous Man.
i “Have you anything to say why
* sentence should not be pronounced
J upon you?” as iked Judge Noonan of
3 San Antonio of a converted horse
, “No, judge, I’ve not got anything
j much to say. It’s ail my own fault.
: i brought it on myself.”
f “I suppose you got into bad corv
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
“What do you mean?”
soon as I quit taking the woman
along I was follered and arrested.
Jess sock it to me. jedge. I deserve
all you kin give me for being sich a
darned fool.”
“You are a very dangerous man to
be at large in this part of the coun
try,” replied the judge, assessing the
maximum penalty of fifteen years.—
Texts Siftings.
The Old Cannon
“Hip-hip-hurrah! Three cheers for
Doctor Richmond!” shouted the boys.
“I tell you, fellows,” cried Phil An
son, “lie’s a brick, he hasn't forgotten
he was a boy once, and thought the
Fourth of July was the best day in
the vtai.'’
“Whoop-ee—wort’t we have a tall
time! I move we begin about three
o’clock in the morning, and shake the
folks up lively with our racket,” pro
posed Fred Grims, Phil’s room-mate
and chum. “We’ll begin with torpe
does, then the small fire-crackers, and
then the cannon crackers, one at a
time, and at last a whole bunch of
them at once. We’ll show you what
it is to be an American. Alfy, old
boy, you never saw such times in Eng
land, I can tell you!” and Fred slap
ped a delicate, fair-baited little lad on
the back, whose eyes sparkled at. the
treat in store tor him.
“Recreation hour is nearly up” saia
Steve Patten, “let’s go buy the crack
ers now I have fifty cents earned to
wards them.”
“I have twenty-five” echoed anoth
er.
“And I have twenty five, too,”
came from a third, and away all ran
across the playground and down the
one street of the little village to the
store, where, after a great deal of bar
gaining, their purchase was made.
The school at Westfield was the
work of a man who in early youth
had planned a school where the poor
est boys could have the instruction
and wise training so often accessible
only to the rich. For years he had
labored for it and at last it was an
accomplished fact, and Dr. Richmond
was able to give to others what he
earnestly longed for in his own youth,
and gained only after a severe strug
gle.
The boys were in doubt whether
they would be allowed to have a whole
holiday on the Fourth, as the finai
examinations were to be held in a few
days, and there was hardly a moment
to spare from their lessons. But Dr.
Richmond, remembering his own boy
hood, had given them permission to
have all the fun they could on that
one day, and then settle do wu to work
afterwards.
“I have made a big find,” whispered
Phil Anson to Fred Grimes, on the
way back from the store. “You keep
mum about it and I will tell you.”
“Just as though I couldn’t keep
mum,” said Fred, indignantly. “I can
do that as well as you can.”
“Don’t get mad.” said Phil hastily,
“and I’ll let you help me. 1 found a
cannon! think of that; a real cannon!”
“Where?” asked Fred, excitedly.
“Buried in the sand just above the
narrows. It will be just the thing to
wind the noise up with, after all the
crackers are gone. Bee I bought some
powder, after the other fellows had
left the store.”
“That’s jolly!” exclaimed Fred,
admiringly, “it takes you. Phil, to
think up something worth while. *
“It will be the most tun to see Alfy
Preston,” continued Phil. "The poor
little innocent hardly knows what
the Fourth is, and when we send off
the old cannon won’t he jump? ha! ha!
I can see him now—he says to me,
’which end do you light the crackers,
Phil.?”
, “Ha! ha! ha!” laughed both boys,
j “I’d like to see him try to light
; both ends of a cannon,” said Fred, as
soon as he could speak for laughing.
“Here comes Steve Patten; can’t we
tell him?”
“Suppose we do,” said Phil. “The
old thing is heavy, and he can help
pull it up to the play-ground,” and
beckoning him to one side, the three
held a whispered consultation.
A short time before a number of or
phan boys, sent from Manchester,
England, had been received at the
school, and among them Alfy Preston,
a frail, delioate boy, the favorite of
the whole school, on account of his
gentle, winning ways. At the same
time; he was the subject olmuch good
natured jesting, for he had spent his
whole life, before coming to America,
in a quiet English village, and his con
stant wonderment at. all the new and
strange things that he saw caused
much merriment among his compan
ions. The little fellow was in a quiver
ot excitement, and could hardly wait
until the time came to begin the firing.
That evening, after prayers, Dr.
Richmond detained the boys a mo
ment. *' ’ ' ®
“1 forgot to say this morning, that
no fire-arms of any kind, not even a
toy-pwtol, will be allowed amongyou.
You may begin your noise as early as
you wish, and we older people will
have to stand it, but on no account
will I permit powder to be used.
Good night, and a merry Fourth to
you all.”
As the boys filed up the long stair
case to their rooms, Phil and Fred
gave each other a significant wink, p
“That spoils it all!” they said.
“Soon alter three o’clock, ghostly
figures cfuld be stealing across
the playground, casting lon» shadows
in the moonlight. When all were as
sembled, Phil gave the signal to begin
the firing.
i h*ve Die cannofj..t3!> Here in
———
“When he sees that we know enough jSS!
to fire of a fittle powder without ™V*
blowing our selves up, he’ll not say a *
word.”
“Do you think he wouldn’t?” ques
tioned Steve, half convinced
“Why, of course,” answered Phil, ''fß
“drag it up any way. It will look 3?; £f|
patriotic lo see it there, even if we
don’t fire it oti.” •<- : % 1
“All right,” agreed the boys, “we j
can do that much,” and soon they 0
were diaging with all their strength in I
the sand. ”
1( did not take long to resurrect it
from the grave in which the authori
ties had ordered it buried several
years before, considering it unsafe.
The :atinon was about three feet long
and very rusty from its long sojourn
on the river bank. Witn shouts of W
triumph the three boys dragged it up
to the play ground, the other boys
gathering around in admiration.
“What are you to do with it,
Phil?” came from all sides. “You
daren’t set it off,” shouted some one.
“J’d like to know why I can’t,” said
Phil, with a toss of his head, “you
just wait and see.”
“No, no,” urged some of the more
conscientious ones, “the doctor said
we must not.”
But Phil with a few plausible
excuses soon won them over, and the
cannon was put in position and loaded.
“Just watch Alfy,” whispered the
boys, “won’t he jump and run when
the old thing goes off?” and, more
intent on watening him than the
cannon, the match was applied.
“Stand back, boys!” cried Phil,
excitedly, “she’s going off!”
The boys retreated to a safe dis- .-r
tance, all excepting Aliy, who, with [ \
his blue eyes shining with excitement, mL
bad drawn dangerously near. A mo
meat of breathless suspense and then
a deafening explosion, loud enough to |
satisfy any boy. And with the
report, pieces of iron went flying
through the air, for tfle old cannon
had seen its l«st Fourth, and gone to
pieces in a burst ot patriotism.
After the noise there was a dead
sileuce, for, if the truth were told, the
boys were all very much frightened,
and then came a pitiful moan.
“It’s Alfy! Ally’s hurt!” exclaim
ed some one, and in a moment Phil
was by his side, and had the little
fellow in his arms.
“Run tor Dr. Richmond!” he cried,
hoarsely. “I am atraid he is dead!’.’
Alfy was taken to the house, and
tenderly laid on a bed, and a
surgeon was hastily summoned. The
boys gathered on the play-ground;
not a word was spoken. Phil threw
himself on his face under a tree, and
no one dared speak to him, not even
Fred. It seemed an age until Dr.
Richmond came out of the house, and
walked toward the boys. His face
was very white ai he said, gravely:
“Alfy is not dead, boys, but his leg is
so badly injured the surgeons tear it
will be necessary to take it off.”
Phil buried his face In his hands jfr
and groaned alond, and some of the
smaller boys began to cry.
“Since the fruits of your disobedi
ence have proved so terrible,” contin
ued the doctor, “It is useless for me
to say anything further.”
The day dragged to a weary end,
and soon after the early tea Phil
made his appearance in the doctor’s
study.
“Dr. Richmond,” he began, hesita- jaßl
tingly, “do you think they wouid let
me help take care of Aliy? lam sure
I could if you would only let me try.” 'JS
“But I thought you were trying for
the junior prize,” said the doctor,
“and if you do not take these -
inations you will stand no show at
Phil swallowed a big lump in his
throat and faltered: '
“I don’t care anythjpg about the
prize now. I would rather take care
of Ally than win a dozen of them.”
The doctor knew that he had not
said it without a struggle, for he had J||
worked very hard for the prize, but i
he thought the lessons learned bv 'll
Aify’s oed ;d» would prove more val
uable to him than years of learning, t
so he gave his consent, and Phil took
his place as Aify’s head nurse.
It was some weeks before it was de
ciued that the poor little crushed
limb could be saved. During the
time Phil felt the suspense was more
than he could bear, and when the sur
geons told him Alfy was safe,bis grat
itude knew no bounds.
After what seemed to the boys a
long time of waiting, they were admit
ted, one by one, to have a peep at
the little fellow. They had much to
tell him ot the last ball or cricket
match, or how Charley had been
thrown twice by the black coit, and
Bteve was nearly drowned the week
before.
Alfy would listen - ith a smile, but
whan they had gone he would lay his (
thin hand on Phil’s cheek, saying:
“You suit me best of all, Pnil.” ,
What rejoicing there was when AlftreSfl?- L
was able to have Phil carry bun out jj
to the playground once more. The -I
boys had been whispering among
themselves for a week or more, and j|
several mysterious letters had gone 1
back and forth to the city. The night
before a large package was carried up
to the doctor’s study by Fred and Jpj
Steve. jf hi la
Phil’s arms, wbat a shout went up
from the boyel They advanced to
meet him. wheeling a light invalid -.alii
chair, one that moved at the slightest
touch. The boys had sa?t& their
pocket _ denying themselves
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Phil only went back to his studies
ie <
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every
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