Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch

enough to

lows along

h while is the o

hing goes d

rump of doom. Miss Hazy's cottage, as has been said, was built on the bias in the Wiggses' side yard, and the littl

the old woman ventured to push th

o her sleeping nephew-"Chris, what on ai

hatic than cold water and a broomstick, r

at?" he

oor, as if the specter might attempt an entrance. Chris did not stop to adjust his

in disgust, having nerved himself for nothing less

there?" dema

not prepar

y being left on a doorstep, but never a horse. When the limit of her curiosity was about re

ightly, in spite of her night's

al, and hazarded a timid inspection, while Mrs. Wiggs mad

take a warm?" asked Mis

a spell. The childern kin clean up, bein' it's Saturday." From seven to

nd leaned back, smiling affably as she remarked: "We 'r

azy, "you muster

the time of the fire. Did I ever tell you '

y a number of times, but she

childern was comin' on the steam-car train, but ther' wasn't no way to git the hoss here, 'ceptin' fer somebody to ride him. Course Jim

don't cry. Go on an' te

, "Jim said he'd go. He never had been to the city, an' he

ould stand to risk it!

quilt over the hoss, tied a bucket of oats on behin' it an' fixed some vittles fer Jim, an' started 'em off. It

ld doctor, wasn't he?

r. Wiggs was a widow man when I married him. He had head trouble. Looked like all his

k, but more dreadful re

an! Kept his senses plumb to the end. I remember his very las' words. I was settin' by him, waitin' fer the doctor to git there, an' I kep' saying 'Oh, Mr. Wiggs! You don't think you

mber, Miss Wiggs?"

y to do somethin' nice fer 'em. Seems like that's the only way I kin weed out my meanness. So I jes' sez to Jim, 'You keep on astin' till you git to No. 6 Injun House, an' then you ast fer Pete Jenkins. You tell him,' sez I, 'you are Hiram Wiggs's boy, an' as long as he done so much harm to yer pa, mebbe he'd be glad to do a good turn by you, an' keep you an' the hoss fer the night, till yer ma comes fer you.' Well, Jim started off, lookin' mighty little settin' up on that big hoss, an' I waved my apron long as I could; then

l somebody shuck his shoulder an' sez, 'Git up from here! What you doin' sleepin' here in the road?' Then he went stumblin' 'long, with somebody holdin' his arm, an' he was took into a big, bright room, an' the doctor was lookin'

n't no spare bed.' Then Jim sez the doctor frowned like ever'thin', an' sez: 'Sleep? Why, h

ords; they meant a good deal

rst rode on the street-cars, an' Europena was skeered to death of the newsboys, 'cause she thought they called 'Babies,' 'stid of 'Papers.' Jim kep' right on the main road, like he was tole to, but things kep' a-happenin' 'round him so fast, he said he couldn't do no mo

from the Wiggses' porch, "Au

havin' a good time in my life that one of

Miss Hazy, to whom the story

broke, but Jim never had a scratch. A policeman took him to No. 6 Injun House, an' Pete Jenkins jes

the warning cry

you have a eye to Cuby till we git our she

iggs went cheerfully away to administe