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Title: Poor Mrs. Bly
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Title: Poor Mrs. Bly
Physical Description: 45 p. : ill. ; 14 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dodd, Mead & Company ( Publisher )
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Publication Date: c1881
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Bldn -- 1881
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COPYRIGHT, 188r,BY DODD, MEAD, AND COMPANY.Electrotyped by Rand, Avery, 6 Co.,Boston.*

POOR MRS. BLY.MAG-GIE was sit-ting on abench just out-side her houseone day in sum-mer, read-ing.As the day was warm, how-ev-er, she grew. a lit-tle sleep-y.So lay-ing her book at theoth-er end of the bench, shewas a-bout to set-tie her-selfcom-fort-a-bly for a nap, whenshe heard foot-steps near her.Up-on look-ing up,,she sawa- boy walk-ing tow-ards -her.7 f

He was rag-ged, and not ve-ryclean, but his face was good-na-tured; and, as he came near-er to Mag-gie, a friend-ly thoughnot ve-ry in-tel-li-gent smile ap-peared up-on it." Well, John-ny," she said, sit-8

ting up and look-ing at him,"here you are a-gain, as rag-ged and dirt-y as ev-er. Whatis the use of my talk-ing to you,and giv-ing you new things, ifyou al-ways look like this?"John-ny glanced at his gar-ments with a se-ri-ous air, andaf-ter a short pause he point-edto a hole on his knee."This," he said, " I got climb-ing a tree; and this oth-er onecame, I don't know how; and Igot dirt-y by tum-bling off thedon-key.""Well," an swered Mag-gie,9

"have you come to re-cite theles-son I gave you to learn?""No, miss," said John ny,turn-ing as red as he could10

un-der so much dirt. "I have-n't learned it yet. I came toask you to come and see mymoth-er: she's aw-ful bad.""Why, yes, cer-tain-ly I'llgo," said Mag-gie, jump-ing upfrom her seat: "I'll go atonce."So Mag-gie went to askher moth-er's per-mis-sion; andthen, run-ning hast-i-ly a-crossthe fields, she was soon at Mrs.Bly's cot-tage.As she was pass-ing the shed,she saw the don-key stand-ingwith his head out of the win-ii

dow. She loved all the dumban-i-mals, and re-gard-ed themeach and all as friends. Sowait-ing for a mo-ment be-forego-ing in-to the house, she ranto give him a pat or two, whichthe don-key en-joy-ed ve-rymuch.She had thought, from John-12

ny's re-mark, that his moth-erwas ill in bed; but was sur-prised e-nough, up-on en-ter-ingthe kitch-en, to see Mrs. Blysit-ting up. But, al-though shewas not ill, she was cer-tain-lyin great troub-le of some kind.Her daugh-ter Ma-ry was try-ing to com-fort her, but thepoor wo-man did not find re-lief from any thing."Why, Mrs. Bly," said Mag-gie cheer-ful-ly, "I thought,from what John-ny said, youwere ill. What is the mat-ter,pray? Your face is so long."'3

"0 Miss Mar-gar-et!" saidthe poor wo-man, " I feel ill andweak e-nough, for I haven't gotmy strength back; but that'snoth-ing if I could on-ly get themon ey to take care of mychil-dren. I am be-hind in myrent, and Mr. James the land-lord has sent me word to-daythat I must go un-less it ispaid this week. He's a hardman, I think; for we were al-ways reg-u-lar be-fore Johnwent a-way to sea, and I hadthe pneu-mo-nia. I thought Icould work ex-tra hard, and14

make up, if he would on-ly giveme time.""It is too bad," said Mag-gie;"but keep up your cour-age. Iam sure pa-pa can do some-15

thing for you. Wait and see."Af-ter talk-ing with Mrs. Blyfor a few min-utes long-er, andtry-ing to cheer her as much aspos-si-ble, Mag-gie start-ed togo home.Up on reach ing the door,how-ev-er, she was sur-prisedto see that it was rain-ing fast.At first she did not knowwhat to do; but in a few min-utes she es-pied Jim-my Blakewalk-ing con-tent-ed-ly alongwith a bas-ket o-ver his headin-stead of an um-brel-la.As Jim-my was go-ing by16

her house, she ask-ed him to7 M1/leave word there to have hersent for, and then re-turn-ed17

to the cot tage to wait pa-ti-ent-ly.On the way home, Mag-gietold her broth-er Dick, who hadcome for her, of Mrs. Bly'stroub-les; and the two chil-drenmourn-ed o-ver them to-geth-er.They had known this old wo-man for years, and man-y agood sail had they tak-en inher hus-band's boat be-fore hedied; and man-y a lit-tle cakehad she baked for them be-foretheir troub-les came. But nowthe hus-band was dead; the old-est daught-er, af-ter a bad fall,18

was left ve-ry lame; the old-estson, a sail-or like his fa-ther,had been a-way so long that/they had al-most giv-en him upfor dead.19

A-bout an hour af-ter-wards,as Mag-gie was sit-ting in thedin-ing room wait-ing for lunch-eon to be serv-ed, the door sud-den-ly flew o-pen, and in rushedDick, bring-ing a blast of freshdamp air with him.He flew to a clos-et, twitch-ed op-en the doors, and be-ganthrow-ing out on to the floorev-e-ry thing which came in hisway." What is the mat-ter, Dick ?"ex-claimed Mag-gie: "have youlost your mind? or is the houseon fire?"!qo

" I'm look-ing for that oldham mer," he an-swer-ed hur-ri-ed-ly. "It's al-ways lost, -the plag-ued thing. I'm go-ing21

to make a trap, and catch somerab-bits. Don't you re-mem-berthat jol-ly sto-ry, 'What MightHave Been Ex-pect-ed'? howthose chil-dren took care of oldaunt Ma-til-da? Well, we mightcatch rab-bits, and sell them,and make a lot of mon-ey. Ihave all the boards and thingsread-y, and all I want is thatham-mer. Oh, here it is! comeon, and I'll show you what Iam do-ing."So both the chil-dren wentin-to the school-room, and weresoon bus-y with the new trap.22

Dick was so im-pa-tient toget it fin-ished, that he did notre-mem-ber the old say-ing,"Slow and sure." He waswhit-tling a-way, mak-ing thechips fly in all di-rec-tions, when23

sud-den-ly he gave a scream,and the knife flew af-ter thechips. With a howl of painDick be-gan hop-ping a-boutthe room.Mag-gie was dread-ful-lyfright-en-ed, and ran to him atonce. She found he had cuthis hand bad-ly, and it was somemin-utes be-fore she could getit thor-ough-ly bound up. Howglad she was that she hadlearn-ed to do those things her-self! for her moth-er had goneto see poor Mrs. Bly, and sowould not have been a-ble to24

a -tend to him. Had she beenli some sil-ly chil-dren, she/-r'would have run, scream-ing andcry-ing, till her broth-er faint-edaway from the loss of blood."25

Poor Dick was now o-blig-edto go a-bout with his hand ina sling: so the work up-on/thetrap had to come to an end.The chil dren were great-lydis ap point ed, and did notknow what to do next. "Wecan nev-er give it up in thisway," said Mag-gie: "it wouldbe too cow-ard-ly."" No," said Dick. "Let's takea walk, and talk it ov-er: wemust find some way to earnmon-ey to get their food, andmam-ma has set-tled the mat-ter of the rent."26

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So the chil-dren went to-wards the woods, a walk ofwhich they were par-tic-u-lar-lyfond. As they turn-ed in-to anar-row path, whom should theysee be-fore them but Ger-trudeSmith, study-ing her ge-og-ra-phy les-son !"I like to come out here tostudy," she said, "it is so muchfresh-er and pleas-ant er thanthe house."So the chil dren talk-ed ofone thing and an-oth-er, till theirplans for Mrs. Bly's re-lief werequite for-got-ten. Af-ter pass-28

ing an hour ve-ry pleas-ant-ly,they sep-a-rat-ed, and went totheir dif-fer-ent homes.That night Dick woke, andsaw the moon-light stream-ing29

in-to his room. It was so beau-ti-ful that he could not re-sistthe temp-ta-tion to jump upand go to the win-dow to lookout. The win-dow of his roomlook-ed out up-on the har-bor,and he could see sev-er-al ves-sels an-chor-ed there which hedid not re-mem-ber to have seenbe-fore that day. Af-ter watch-ing the beau-ti-ful view for atime, he be-gan to feel chil-ly;so creep-ing in-to bed again, hewas soon sleep-ing sound-ly.The next morn-ing as he wasdress-ing, he sud-den-ly heard a

great thump-ing up-on his door,and a voice call ing, " Dick,Dick, o-pen the door! I've somegreat piece of news to tellyou."Dick o-pen-ed the door; andthere stood Har-ry, all smiles,wait-ing to see his broth-er.31

Dick pick-ed up the lit-tie man,and, af-ter kiss-ing him, said hemight tell his won der fulnews." Some-body came home lastnight, and you can't guess whoit was. It was a big, big man,and they thought he was dead:but he wasn't; he was a-live allthe time. And mam-ma saysyou and Mag-gie and I may goo-ver af-ter break fast to seehim; and mam-ma said hismam-ma was cry-ing, and hissis-ter was cry-ing; and I don'tsee why; for I should think32

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they would be glad. 'Nowguess"-" You don't mean dear oldJohn Bly," said Dick, with hiseyes wide o-pen: " won't I beglad to see him a-gain, though ?Why, he's the jol-li-est manout; and I'll bet he's broughthome lots of cu-ri-os-i-ties. I'llmake him take me on his ship.Good for him! I'll" -The rest of the sen-tence waslost to Har-ry; for Dick-y wentdown stairs with a skip and ajump, to hur-ry through hisbreak-fast as fast as he could.34

John Bly had been a greatfa-vor-ite of Dick's ev-er sincehe could re-mem-ber. Whenhe was a lit-tle fel-low in dress-es, John would car-ry him onhis back, play-ing he was hishorse, make lit-tle boats for him35

to sail, and, in short, be his mostde-vot-ed slave. As Dick grewold-er, it was his great de-lightto go fish-ing and shoot-ingwith John, who had grown bythat time in-to a thought-fulcare-ful man. At last, how-ev-er, the faith-ful John went tosea, and poor Dick was full ofsor-row at the part-ing.Soon af-ter his de-par-ture,the good old fa-ther died; and,then as John did not re-turn assoon as was ex-pect-ed, and asweek af-ter week went by with-out bring-ing any news of him,36

he was giv-en up for dead.Dick hur-ried through hisbreak-fast, and was soon on his37

way to the cot-tage, where hefound John talk-ing to his moth-er and sis-ter. There was noanx-iety now; for this good sonand broth-er had come back, andthey would be ta-ken care of.Dick grasp-ed the hard, sun-burnt hand, and gave it a shakewor-thy of a warm-heart-ed NewEng-land boy."Did you bring home anycu-ri-os-i-ties, John?" ask-edDick. "You said you should.""Yes, mas-ter Rich-ard," saidJohn, his eyes twink-ling withfun, " I brought one lit-tle cu-ri-38


os i ty, but drop ped it thismorn-ing while I was walk-inga-bout. To tell the truth, it wasfor you, and I'm dread-ful sor-ry I lost it. You might looka-broad for it, some-where be-tween your house and your sta-ble. I think it was there Ilost it."Dick stopped for a few morewords, and then ran home. Hewalk-ed in at the front gate,and ran a-round by a side pathbe-hind the house to the sta-ble. As he came near to thesta-ble, he could hear Har-ry40

talk ing to some one on theoth-er side of it. "Well!" hewas say-ing, "what are you look-ing at me so for? You wantto speak, I know you do."Just then Dick came up-on41

the scene, and start-ed back inas-ton-ish-ment.There was Har-ry sit-tingup-on the ground, and be-fofehim one of the most beau-ti-ful"dogs he had ev-er seen.He was jet black, with curl-yhair. He was shear-ed; hav-ingon-ly a mane like a li-on left,and a curl y bunch on the tipof his taiLHe look-ed so wise and fun-ny, that Dick could on-ly laugh;but when, in an swer to hisques-tion, came the re-ply thatJohn left it there for him, Dick42

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rushed for-ward, and threw hisarms a-round the old fel-low'sneck, and they were friends atonce.So ev-e-ry one was hap-py at44

last, in spite of the fact thatDick could not fin-ish the trap.As for Dick, he was quitesure that he was the hap-pi-estof all, as soon as he had al-low-ed Mag-gie to share thedog with him.John did not go to sea an-ymore: he said his moth-er wastoo old to be left. So they hadno more troub-le from hard-heart-ed land-lords; but, as thefair-y sto-ries say, They liv-edhap-pi-ly to the end of theirdays.45

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