We.
have, :wiihahi .»
' and: Woman’s Journal. ‘
I f LITTLE CHARGE.
. professor dropped the letter, which
, instvtesd for the sixth type; He
with nervous energy and went to the
him, He gazed into the street and
m children, children, children-wren-
when children—laughing. rd‘nuing, skip.
x and generally (ii-porting themselves
, 'th‘e‘amlable idiocy of youth.
“What on earth shall I do with it!"
.muttered the professor, drumming on the
,, dew with his eye asses. “What put
' it. into my sister's head that I Would be
the best person in the World to take care
of liar child? Why didn't her husband
outlive herf Why did she die? The whole
thing has been simply a plan to break my
—-heln.l I don’t mean that. I suppose
poor Jane would have lived if she could,
but what am I to do with a 8-year-old
child in my bachelor quarters? I don't
know, I’m sure. If Mottabero were a big
city, perhaps it wouldn't been bad, but in
a miserable little village like this. where
every one's business is known toevery one
else, I shall bedriven mad, I know I shall!"
As he stood gazing out of the window
across the short stretch of level green‘lawn
and over the snowy pickets of the well
kept fence he became aware of a face at a
window of the next house.
. "0h, mercy!” exclaimed the professor,
. half aloud, “what will she think? I never
spoke, to her but once, and that was at
Mrs. Barney’s lawn party, where I was
introduced to her. Then she said it was a
pretty sight, and I answered. ‘Yes, itlooks
like rain.’ I couldn’t help it. She was so
beautiful, and I was so—so—so modest-—
, or—bashful—or idiotic—or something. "
It was quite true. Ever since Professor
Arthur Brewster, instructor in mathemat-
ics and astronomy at tho Mottsbcro high
academy, had been presented to Miss Me-
bel Biker he had never dared to speak to
her again. She had passed him on the
street often and had always greeted him
with a pleasant smile and a how, but he
had never dared to do more than lift his
hat awkwardly and hasten on. He would
have given a month's salary to find cour-
‘ age to say something, and a year's‘for the
audacity to join her in a walk, but he re-
alized that courage was not a purchasablo
commodity. -
She saw him at the window and smiled,
whereupon he retired into the room with
great oelerity. Her smile always fright-
ened him. ' It always made him feel as if
his heart had jumped out of place. lie
had hardly recovered from his alarm
"when the aged woman who acted as house-
keeper, cook and general servant in his
email cottage knocked at the door, and on
entering said:
“There's a men here Will a child."
“0 Lord, it’s come!" said the professor,
the perspiration starting out on his brew.
He went down to the sitting room, and
there he found the express messenger. The
professor did not dare to take his eyes oil'
the man lest they should fall on the queer
bundled up object on the sofa.
“Professor, " said the messenger, “here’s
the kid, safe an sound. Brought ‘cr all
the way myself. She's a jimdnndy, she is.
Her trunk is in the wagon. Wot’ll I do
with 't?"
“Bring it in and put it in the small
room up stairs."
While the man was out of the room the
professor walked to the empty fireplace
and stood gazing into it, painfully aware
that his every movement was solemnly ob-
served by two coal black eyes. Ho could
not have told how he knew they were
black, but he was morally certain of it.
The man returned with the trunk and
deposited it in the small room beside a
brand new iron bedstead.
“That’s all 0 K, professor," said the
man, pocketing certain hills. “1 hope
you'll like the kid, for she‘s a jimdnndy. "
A strange intonation in the man’s voice
caused the professor to tremble. There
was a dismal silence for several minutes,
and'then a high pitched treble voice said:
“Is you my Uncle Art'uri" ‘
The professor started, turned and found
the eyes looking up at him. There was no
mistake, they were as black as n crew's
wing. So was the hair that hung in fan-
gles around the olive brow. 'I‘ho lips were
red enough and the tooth white enough,
but those eyes were clrcmiful.
"I am youruncic, Mary." hosnid fi‘illlly.
“Momma said you'd be dmsl to me.
Msmma's dead."
There was a queer monotonous pathos
liltbe speech. The professor felt a now
emotion. He did not know what it was,
but it made him bond down and lay his
hand gently on the child's head as he said:
I‘l'll be good to you, Mary. "
"Den take off my lingo."
This was more than tho professor bad
bargained for. so he culled iiu- old Woman.
But the child refused to be touched by her.
“Do ’way," she said. with a lomt ma»
lignsnt expression, "do 'way. Wants
Uncle Art'ilr in im dmai to ill“. Don’t
want olewonmns. l seyatrholcwomans.”
g “Notifier 0' Moses! Would yczhvark to
.. dint!"
The professor was info to make an at-
teinpt to take off the "flags." lie strug-
._ bravely and got the point of a pin in
‘1 / . linger, which drew from him a rude
' mien.
“Pin 'tlekf” gravely inquired Mary.
“It did," answered the professor.
“Well, you mns'n' say no naughty
words."eontinmxl Mary. “or you can't go
tribune. My mamma‘s dare. i wish I
91
And then the little black head fell for-
ward, and a tear or two foil.
Mes-or Arthur Brewster looked on.
Willa at the old woman for a mo-
ment. mas motioned to hcrtogo. She
m but when she We through the
keyhole a moment later she saw the pro-
teadsrly take the gypsy looking
a Ill. arms and hold it close to his
where the tears would to flow and
the «mm gravity mutual its sway.
- ”I want to see house," said Mary.
"What house?" inquired the professor.
"his hem," replied Mary, plainly her-
at his W.
i" marked the professor humbly.
her by the hand and led her
to more. libs raided at the
and viewed her own little apart»
with widest doubt. But when the
a
. i ii
” , , ._
Of course she staid, a
time she worried the professor worse than
Laplaes’s nebular hypothesis had ever
had. She pulled down books, mixed up
papers. broke a pipe and upset a jar of to-
bacco. Such things had never happened
before in the professor’s madam, but in
the pmseaee of that mirthless midget with
. the preicraaturally solemn countenance
.llfl felt powerless. M supper the child
asked for all sorts of things that the pro
lesser supposed were poisonous to children.
and all of which he promised films in
the house the next day, provided Mary
would not carry out her one dread threat
and cry.
But finally bedtime came, and then
Mary flatly refused to allow the old wear
an to undress her. The professor pcr~
spire-d, but he managed to get the little
garments off and to find in the poorly
stocked trunk n nightdress. llobed in the
long white gown Mary looked more than,
over. like a little gypsy, but when, with—
out a‘word of warning, she. dropped on her
knees before him and murmured in her
broken langungoallttle pruycrho thought
siloplnigbt not be so painful a burden after
all... But the and was not yet. When he
hhd retired some hours later to his own
use alld was endeavor-lug to compose him.
self to sharp, he became aware of the little
figure standing beside his pillow.
"Why, Mary," he said, “whatever do
you want new?" .
"I lonely,” she said. “Wants to sleep
wiv you."
“Oh, no," he said rather shortly in his
surprise. "’l‘but'squitooutof the ques-
tion!" . '
He turned his back on her, hoping silo
would return to her room. but a moment
later he heard a mock little soil, and turn-
ing again found that she had finally car-
ried out her supremo threat alld was ery-
ing. lie tried to be angry, but something
tugged at his heart strings, and he reached
out his arms and took her to his bosom,
where she ported a minute like a kitten
alld dropped to sleep with the peace of a
perfect trust on her queer little face.
But the next day the trouble began
again. It made itself known in the morn-
ing mail, which was unusually bulky.
The professor sat down in his study, while
Mary gravely watched him from the olive
seclusion of u patriarchal chair hitherto
devoted to his exclusive use. lie wiped his
glasses. glanced furiivclynt the unreason-
ably silent child and opened the first let-
tcr, which read thus:
Dnau Pillil'.-~Wlll'f'v did you got it? Yours
truly, ll. .iillluullson.
“ilnln!” nluticml the professor. “llll'
pudcllt young rascal! Now he‘s graduated
he feels safe. i shall ignore him." 'l‘bvll
be opened the second letter:
MY DEAN l’llllv'lzasoil—Vi'but m the world
will you do with it? Yours truly,
MARY Al.l.~:wIIAlllusox.
"Bless my soul?" lm l-xclullnml loudly.
“That girlish youngminx. lsbull ignore
her also." With some hesitation be opened
tho third letter:
Dean Paol‘mou liliEwrtTiii:——As you are a
but'llrlor and cannot be suppmuli to know
much about lhi~ can- of i'llll'lf‘! n, you will, i
am sure, not (also it amiss that l, u \VlfllHV, us
you know, Venture to offer you a Word or in“
of advice.
"ilpon my ward!" exclaimed the pro-
fessor. hastily glancing at Mary, who was
still solemnly watching him.
lie read the letter through and was
dazed by the number of suggestions about
ilunnols, stockings, shoes, bedding, baths,
food and drink, not to speak of tin: calm
assertion that he ought to have a woman
to take care of the child, and the writer's
cxpmssion of regret that social customs
would not permit her to visit him and
give him her llfiiilrilfllli‘v. If the professor
llilil iseon a vain lllllfl, he might have sus-
pected the writer’s lnoiivvs, but be only
Wonder-ml at her oil'routcry. Lem-r offer
letter flu: professor ilpi'lli‘fl, and every one
was about Mary.
“'l'lmt previous express agent took good
care to spread the news. " be reflected.
Then he lookmlut Mary. or ratio r nttim
olive chair, for Mary bull disappeared.
"(loud gracious," ho i'licluinwll, "whore-
bas she gone?"
He called, but she did not nnswor. He
Went into the next room, but she was not
tin-re. He looked into the kitchen, but the
old woman declared iimt [be “blessed lit-
tle div'l" had not iii'i‘ll ill-arbor. l'p stairs
wrnt the professor in great basic, loudly
calling for Mary. lie tried to reason with
himself that he ought to rejoice in be!
sudden lilsamwurancc and hope that she
never, new-r would return, but his argu-
ments could not hold their ground against
that new thrill of anxiety which had not
possession of his lit'llf’i. llo \vent ontoi
the boost- and called loudly:
"Marv!"
"What you wantsW clinic lilo sbrill nnr
swor from the other side of the fence.
There was Mary, rmnforfubly seated in
Mabel liiki'r‘s lull. willie illogli'l ul‘ll'l'linlr
aivly path-ll lli'i' tangle of black curls.
"iili—«llilu-yeswl bop pardon," slant
mortal ibc pron-amt. “You slmwwvllmsiu-
Wt'flt away when l was not looking."
"I quite understand your anxiety. pro-
fessor," n |llli'il Mabel, a pretty iliilill
mounting in iwr elm-ks. "i should be
anxious if i \vcre in your place film's
such a sweet f‘llllli. "
" l womlorlf she‘s making gnlnimf mo, "
tlmugbt the professor. 'l‘bcu be said:
“Now, Mary, you must conic boom. You
mustn't bother Miss lilkrr.“
“illi, but she llllosn'il" i'Xf‘liIllill'ti Mar
bol.
“Wants to stay hero," said Mary.
“Lot me keep her a little while," pit-ml-
ell Mabel. Filo could huv'o kept the pro-
fessor's entire World.
"0ll——-—wlly-—of course, certainly, if you
like." '
“Ullcle Art’nr's “nail to inc," cmasl
Mary. “Lt-t mo s'oepin he‘s Iii-d, all I
kiss ’lm."
“llnl llum! (food morning,” saidthc
professor, retiring in the utmost confu-
slon.
After that little Mary spent much of
her time with Mabel llikor, and the pro—
fessor's hours of studious retirement were
not greatly abbreviated. And he was of.
ways glad when the child cmnc trotting in
at mealtime with some new story of Mn-
bel‘s munitions.
”Yes, Mary," be said emphatically one
day. “slm'a the best girl ill the world."
Little Mary treasured that Millimfllmf
declaration and in the afternoon: remarked
to Mabel:
“Yoll's good to me.
tie world.”
"0b, Meryl" said Mallet “That'stoo
much. You mustn't my that."
”Will saydst. Yen's m girl in do
world. firsts Art'nr as s you is."
Yen's best girl in
"thi'm in a low, loss,
.‘ ,. I ,
i'Why-vwhyfnhfsryi" selenium
huttokissthss
fiend favouring. .' _
, list ‘_
tt
"You is. Mabel says you is." ”
“Warts, wurrsl" commented the old
woman, lie-toning out of the mom.
The professor said not sword, baths
ate heartily and after supper smoked his
pipe with uncommon cost. When Mary
went to visit Mable the next day, she car-
ried with her a pretty box of benbons for
that young woman, and when she returned
she been some choice berries plucked in
Mrs. Biker’s garden by Msbel’s own fin-
gers. The last detail caused the preform
to refrain from eating the berries. lie put
them away in a secret place, whe’f‘hey
were subsequently found, a lot o. hard
black pellets. How long this communica-
tion of spirits mi ht have gone on it is
impossible to say,‘ at it was interrupmd
in a way which brought grave anxiety to
the professor’s heart. One evening Mary
was much paler than usual, and she com-
plained of pain in her head.
' “You've been playing too hard,” said
the professor, with his newly acquired air
of paternal wisdom.
so he sent her to bed early—to her own
bed, ill which she had finally consented to
sleep. ‘ But in the silence of the night she
came to his side, crying and complaining
of. the pain. He found her in a feverish
state. The professor wasn man of decision
in most things. lie promptly dressed him-
self, aroused the old woman, bade her, sit
by the child and went for the doctor. That
dignified person, on arriving, looked wise
and said:
“I am afraid she is in for the measles,
or tile scarlet fever, or else a bilious fever.
It is really impossible to tell at thlsstage. "
He gave explicit directions as to treat-
ment and promised tocall again lathe
foroneon. When he did so, he shook his
head and said: .
“Professor, this child needs a woman's
care."
“I—I suppose you are right, but what
shall I do? she will not allow my. cook to
come near her.”
"Got a professional nurse."
"There are only two in town”, and—~tbey
are both young—mud—wcll, you know—I
--I—-llvo here alone." ,
"Well, sir, you must manage it some-
how."
The doctor went away, leaving the pro-
fessor much disturbed. A few minutes
later the old woman informed him that
Miss Biker was at the kitchen door in-
quiring about Mary. The professor felt
that he ought to answer such an inquiry
in person.
"1 mn lliucll troubled," he said, “for
the doctor thinks Mary ought to haven
woman‘s care, and she will not tolerate
”it! cook."
"Yes, so the cook told me," answered
Mabel. After a minute's hesitation she
added, "I think Mary would let me take
care of her.” .
"i am sure she Would," declared the
professor \vurmiy. "That is, of course, if
—if——it worm—possible."
“I think it might be done," said Mabel
softly. '
“Do you? flow?"
“Let her collie to our house."
“ But would your mother be willing?"
“Oh, yes; she suggestml it! She's very
fond of Mary."
“Ah, yes. it is extremely good of you
and your mother. I‘ll speak to the doctor
about it.“
“Oh, thank you!" exclaimed Mabel.
“llow good—I rnoun—you—wcll—plense
let me know what the doctor says."
And she departed ill some haste and in
evident confusion. As for the professor,
he would have worshiped her more than
ever had that been possible. The doctor
came again and consented to the removal.
indeed he urged that the child be taken to
the Hiker house at once, for he himself
was at a loss to cope with the disease
without awomnn‘s help. So Mary was
very ooh-fully wrapped in blankets, and
"Uncle Arthur“ carried her to the little
bed which had been prepared for her.
"I don't—l don't know how to express
my gratitude to you, Miss Riker," he said,
with feeling. "The child has bccmne very
dear to me."
"llon‘t speak of gratitude. professor,"
said Mabel frankly, extending her band.
“I love Mary."
The professor took the proffered hand,
and they stood gazing silently at one an-
other illi Mabel scorned suddenly to re-
cover consciousness, drew her hand away
and went about her duties as nurse with
bright eyes. At night little Mary became
delirious. Hollictinn‘s she called for Mabel
and sollletilucs for “L'nclo Art'ur.” She
told Mabel over illlll over again that she
was the best girl in the World, because
"Uncle Art'ur" said she was, and she told
the professor that ho was handsome, bo-
crluso Mabel bud so decided. And there
was lnuch confusion in two anxious
minds. in the course of time, however,
the disease passed its climax, and youth-
ful nature irimnpbed. The burning waves
of fever broke and rolled backward, leav-
ing the pale fave puicr than over with its
startling contrast of black, shining eyes
and tangled, raven hair. After a time
little Mary was convalvswnt. Then the
professor, bending gently over her, said:
"'l'oluorrow my dear little girl shall go
home again."
"An iutn Mabel, too," she said.
"Ali—wivellwiiiulwl will come to sue
you!"
"Won' do ‘less Mabel docs tam."
"WollT—uil—Mulml's manllna wants her
to stay hen». "
“Don I stay born too."
”And must Uncle Arthur go home
without his door little glrll"
"No; Uncle Art'ur stay here will Mary
on Mabel.”
“Uh_ah~l‘ln afraid I can't do that.”
Mary looked first at Mabel and than at
the professor, her piercing eyes showing
all her wonder at tho unreasonable obstao
ales in the way of her happiness.
“ Mary, dear," said Mabel softly, “you
must go home with your uncle, and I'll
come and see you every day."
"Won’ do away from you. Won’ do
away from Uncle Art'ur. Bole dot to stay
wid Mary. or she dct sick adoin an die."
And the black eyes became moist. while
the lips quiver-ed. The professor straight-
ened up with a sudden snap.
“it might be managed to her satisfac-
tion," he said.
"How?" asked Mabel softly.
“You come home with rue-«for good-
as any-«wife. "
They were both bending over the child
nominating into her eyes. As the professor
ceased speaking Mabcl's head bentlower
tlil her lips touched Mary's check. The
professor's heed sank till he kissed her
other cheek. 'i’hen, lifting their lips from
the“ fees, they let their eyes Inset.
ivory may?» her hand in his.
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