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Updated: May 29, 2025
"Don't let any chair hurt my beautiful cobbler," wailed Bobbie, in a new paroxysm of grief. "Gimme Lafe an' my stars." In another instant Peggy staggered out of the room, leaving the blind boy and Jinnie alone. As the door closed, Bobbie's voice rose in louder appeal. Happy Pete touched him tenderly with a cold, wet nose, crawling into his arms with a little whine.
As they carried me along some one passed me on the run going out, and I called "Hello, Benson." He turned around and, gee! he was glad to see me alive. He grabbed one end of the stretcher and insisted on helping to carry me out, so away we went to the advance dressing-station. I had to wait my turn, for there was a long line of wounded. "Well, Bobbie, what shall I do?" asked Benson.
"I suspect a good deal's going on here behind the scenes," said Bobbie, dropping his voice. "That man Barton may be a fool to talk, but he's a great power in the House with the other Labor men. And McEwart has been hand and glove with Marsham all this Session. They're trying to force Ferrier's hand. Some Bill the Labor men want and Ferrier won't hear of.
"That's only the beginning," said Bobbie. "But Maya, you're trembling. My dear child, you poor little girl, how pale you are! Now who would be so afraid of death? You must look death calmly in the face as I do. So. I'll unwrap you now." Maya could not utter a syllable. Bright tears of joy ran down her cheeks. She was to be free again, fly again in the sunshine, wherever she wished.
Bobbie planted rose-bushes in her garden, but all the little new leaves of the rose-bushes shrivelled and withered, perhaps because she moved them from the other part of the garden in May, which is not at all the right time of year for moving roses.
The boy noticed she could scarcely button his jacket. "What's the matter, Jinnie dear?" he whispered. Jinnie was just slipping on his cap as he spoke. She bent and kissed him passionately. "Nothing, honey, only Jinnie's happy, very happy." "I'm so glad," sighed Bobbie, with a smiling wag. "I'm happy too. Let's go on the hill, and take Petey." "It'd be lovely, dear," replied the girl.
"People now-a-days no longer appreciate fineness of character and respectability," he sighed. "Effie is heartless. I didn't dare admit it to myself, but she is, she's absolutely heartless. But even if she hasn't got the right feelings, she ought to have the good sense to be my wife." Maya saw the tears come to his eyes, and her heart was seized with pity. But the next instant Bobbie stirred.
Limp was no word for Bobbie's body. He was dreadfully tired. His heart thumped under Jinnie's arms like a battering-ram. "Bobbie, don't breathe that way, don't!" she entreated. "I can't help it, honey! my side hurts," he whispered. "But I'll go where you take me, Jinnie dear." The girl turned him carefully around the sharp ledge corner, and they went on again.
"You're right he is." "Not much of a Christian though." And the old man watched Dick keenly through the cloud of smoke. "No, good thing for me he isn't," the young man answered bitterly, his face and voice betraying his feelings. "I know; yes, I know," nodded Uncle Bobbie.
I could see as plainly as possible that all these brainstorms were improving Bobbie out of knowledge. When it was all over he might possibly become a rotter again of a sort, but it would only be a pale reflection of the rotter he had been. It bore out the idea I had always had that what he needed was a real good jolt. I saw a great deal of him these days.
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