|Newspaper Title||Illustrated Sydney News (NSW : 1853 - 1872)|
|Trove Title||A Girl Named Bobbie|
A Girl Named Bobbie.
Bobbie, once on the road that lay beside the railway line, felt sure of her way ; she knew ehe had not come very far that afternoon that sf emed almost a year ago, though in reality it was but three days, and she ticked the stations off on her fingers as she passed along. Croidon and Burwood were left behind, and little Altie began to complain of being tired. He was a brave sturdy child, but his short little legs soon wearied. "Just a little, little way further Alfie dear," urged Bobbie, whose excitement rose at every step, and the child stumbled along again
till Strathßeld was passed.
"0, Sally, Sally, Alfie is so tired," he burst out at last, sitting down on the kerb- stone, and nothing Bobbie could do would move him. At last a cart came jolting along with a friendly looking driver, and in despair Bobbie summoned up her courage and asked him to give them a lift. The man was good natured, and the sight of two weary little travellers touched him, and dismounting from his seat, he lifted the two into the empty cart, and was soon on his way again. The girl's heart foll a little when she heard he was only going to Homebush, but still she was glad of the rest for the child, and her heart was bounding wildly as the distance between herself and the parsonage grew less and less-what the consequences would be she felt she neither knew nor cared ; a beating from " her mistress " would be the worst, and for one sight of the old house at Bedmyre, she felt she could endure 20 such as she had received last night. The man took them half way towards the next stat on and after a friendly good-bye, deposited them once more on the road, lt was aboul 5 o'clock in the afternoon now, and as she hurried along the familial roads, the girl grew paler and paler wit! suppressed excitement. A sharp stone cu' through Alfie's boot ; and, without a word she shut her lips tightly, picked the bif heavy boy up in her arms, and staggere< along with him. The red gable of the ol< house was in sight, there was the gat« where she and Ted had swung so often there was the tree where Dick had foun< the first diamond sparrow's egg-there, an« her heart seemed almost to stop beating k there was the old disreputabie-lookinj I A coachhouse, with the slippery pole that le«
1 up to the guineapigs,
j "/ "Sally, I so hungry," cried Alfie, bu ¡Bobbie silenced him sternly. They wer
j ending the paddock now by the side o .j the house j and, though she tried to kee
out of the sight of the windows, she wa in terror lest someone should see hei
In a moment more they had reached clump of thick tall bushes, into the centr of which Bobbie orept, drawing Alfi after her. The reaction came now and sh lay trembling and shivering with excite ment, and watching with wide openec strained, brown eyes, the side door wnic j the children always used. Soon som j fowls came scurrying round the corne: I and Bobbie knew Suds was not far bi
kind, Ah, hore he came, a dirty, untid httle figUre vitQ one eating hangin about his shoe and the other displa> ing
Dare piece of knee,
'.Shoot Shoo ! get along you silly thing, Shoo 1 Shoo ! get up with you," he shouted in his shrill little voice, that seemed such sweet music to Bobbie's listening ear, and he raced along close to her hiding place, driving the fluttering,'terrified fowls pell
mell before him.
" Suds, Su-ds, Su-u-u-ds," shouted a voice from the window, " let my fowls alone, will you P They'll never lay eggs. Stop it now or I'll make you remember." Bobbie smiled, ever such a little smile ; it was so much like Frank, that, he kept fowls because they were the least trouble- some of pets, and he sold toe eggs to Bertha when they laid any, a thing which Suds's perpetual chasing did not often allow ; it was only when he was very short of pocket money and growing anxious about the eggs that he bestirred himself from hi« books to interfere, as he was doing
" Su-uds, Su-u -uds," called another clear ringing voice, and a little boyish figure came flying down the path, a little figure with a sailor suit that was too small for him, with a round, rosy face and curly dark bair, with the left hand bandaged, and lying in a sling. Bobbie gasped and lay watching him as if in a ppell. Ted, »live! unhurt 1 sbe could have screamed aloud in her joy, but the sudden revulsion of feeling was too strong for her, and ßhe lay trembling and as white as death.
" Suds," he cried, standing so near to Bobbie that she could have touched him by stretching out her arm, " Suds, tell me again, how she went-father has gone to town to the police station, and Diok is scouring the country over there, but some- how I think I'll be the one to find her."
" Well," said Suds, telling his tale foi the fiftieth time, " well, I was just playing about out here, doing noönk at all, and before I could do anytink Bobbie had knocked my hat off. Well I wa» just goin1 to fisrht her real hard, and knock her down and jump on her, and I remembered Dick said it co war ri ly to hit a girl, FO I ran in tc fetch you, and j ou was lyin' dead on thc
"Yes, but Bobbie," «aid Ted impatiently. «« 0, «he cleared off wif my hat, it was mj best hat with * Orlando * on it, and I'd gol it on cos Berfa had gone out," answered Suds, casting longing eyes at the fowls.
" But, Bobbie, Suds, do tell me where
" Don't know noönk 'bout Bobbie," saie" the young gentleman, and as his brothe: did not ask another question, he pulled ut his refractory stocking, and with a louc " shoo 1 shod ! get out wif you Í " went fo: the unfortunate fowls again.
(TO TIR CONTINU KO.)