|Newspaper Title||Illustrated Sydney News (NSW : 1853 - 1872)|
|Trove Title||A Girl Named Bobbie|
A Girl Named Bobbie.
" Ted," she whispered frighteiiedly, " Ted, oh Ted do get up, Ted!" and she gave his shoulder a little gentle shake. But he did not move or stir, and with a look of awful terror in her eyes, the girl knelt down beside him, and put one little trembling hand where she supposed his heart was« In truth a school note book was occupying the breast pocket and prevented her feeling the beating, but, of course, Bobbie did not know this, in truth it was the burnt hand and not the cut, which was little more than a scratch, that had made him faint, but Bobbie did not know this either, and in the long silent minute that succeeded the fall she experienced all the awful pangs that a
murderer must feel.
" Yes, he's dead," she said, slowly and distinctly as if telling herself something, " I'm Cain and he's Abel," and Bhe shivered terribly and tried to cry for help.
But her tongue seemed to cling to the top of her mouth, and refused to utter a
" Yes, I'm Cain," she thought, a strange light coming into her eyes, and then her vivid imagination pictured the consequences in such a terrible way that she trembled
more than ever.
" I must get away from here," she mut- tered, looking round as if she expected to see an army of policemen with ropes ready for her. There was no one in sight but Suds chasing an unfortunate chicken round and round the garden paths ; and pealing loudly at the bell for Bertha to go to Ted, Bobbie sprang out the open window, seized the sailor hat from the head of the aston- ished Suds, and ran with all her might through the open gate, down the road leading to the station, and was soon lost to sight.
Suds watched her, in open-mouthed amazement, to the bend of the road, and then, highly indignant at the loss of hat, and somewhat distrustful of his own short legs catching Miss Bobbie up, he rushed inside to enlist a brother in the chase.
Here all was in confusion $ it happened to be Bertha's " day out," the Doctor had gone up to Katoomba to exchange with a brother clergyman for a week, and the boys, Frank, Bonnie, and Dick, were stand- ing round Ted in great excitement. " We ought to hold him upside down," said Frank, taking hold of the boy's sturdy lace up boots. " They always do that, I know it's the best thing, they were always doing
it in * Westward Ho.' "
But Dick pushed him aside with a brief " he's not drowned," and knelt down be- side the still little figure. " His head is bleeding," he said, turning as white as a sheet at the sight of the blood and looking helplessly around.
" It ought to be plastered," said Frank, " when the tiger hunter fell down a preci pice they put a plaster on his head."
" Oh yes, a mustard plaster," said Bonnie, eagerly, "that's the right thing; when Suds had a pain Bertha put one on him ;
I saw how she made it"-and he dashed off in the direction pf the kitchen.
" He's so cold," said Suds, who had crept round to one side and was showering frightened kisses and tears on the little brown hand ; " can't we get him warm?"
Frank poked up the fire, Dick rushed up to a bedroom, tore a blanket off the bed and wrapped it round the boy, but still the death-like faint did not pass away.
««Here's the plaster," said Dick, re- lievedly, as Bonnie came running in with a basin of lumpy mustard and boiling water. " How do you put it on ?" said Dick, doubt- fully, «« you can't pour it on."
<« Silly, of course not, you put a thick layer," said Bonnie, impatiently pushing him aside, and then he put his soft little hand into the scalding mustard without a wince of pain, took a hand- ful of the pasty mass, and spread it tenderly on his brother's temple, forehead,
and over the wound.
In one minute Ted had stirred uneasily, in two he had opened his eyes, in three he had struggled into a sitting position, and Bonnie was wildly excited with the suc- cess of his experiment.
«« What are you doing?" he said, feebly, putting his hand to his head, «* Ugh-what
horrible stuff is this ?"
«« It's to make your head better, Teddie dear," said Bonnie, soothingly, and trying to persuade him to lie down again.
«« It isn't my head, it's toy hand," said Ted, faintly, for that member was throb- bing painfully, «* and the letter-oh, my hand! Bobbie, I didn't mean it. Ob, Bobbie I" and he fell back unconscious again.
«« Let's put some on his hand," said Dick, lifting the poor, blackened little hand, and Bonnie spread some mustard gently
In an instant Ted came back to con- sciousness, and was shrieking with the in- tolerable burning piin.
The four boys were almost beside them- selves. They poured cold water over it,
and he shrieked all the harder.
«* Someone go for the doctor," said Dick distractedly, and Suds was off in an instant,
'« Bertha 1" cried Frank jo¿ fully as suddenly the door opened, and that person appeared on the scene.
*« In five minutes poor Ted was made comfortable, the hand bound up in cool flour, the cut bathed with ice cold water, and the windows and doors flung wide
«« How did it happen ?" she asked sternly, when quiet was restored, and Ted was lying on the sofa conscious again.
" They were quarelling," said Frank.
" Who were ?"
«« Bobbie and Ted."
««Where is Miss Bobbie? "
«« Gone for a doctor, we think. Suds saw her running down the road."
«« Do you mean to say, Master Edward, you were fighting with a young lady ? " Bertha said, aghast.
«« It wasn't his fault," said Bonnie, in- dignantly, *' Bobbie would sing that thing."
«' * Arrah Drimmin Deelish Wurusther ma cree.' "
Bertha looked mystified.
** Where is she ? " she asked as she re- placed the cloth on Ted's forehead.
Alas and alas, where was she, poor little
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