|Newspaper Title||Illustrated Sydney News (NSW : 1853 - 1872)|
|Trove Title||A Girl Named Bobbie|
A Girl Named Bobbie.
Bobbie, once on the road thut lay beside the railway line, felt sure of her way ; she knew she had not come very far that afternoon that seemed 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 Allie began to complain of being tired. Ile 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 Strathfield 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 Lis seat, he lifted the two into the empty cart, and was soon on his way again. The girl's heart fell a little when she heard he was only going to Homebush, but still she was glad of tbe 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 bouse at Redmyre, 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 waa about 5 o'clock in the afternoon now, and as she hurried along the familiar roads, the girl grew paler and paler with suppressed excitement. A sharp stone cut through Alfie's boot ; and, without a word, she shut her lips tightly, picked the big heavy boy up in her arms, and staggered along with him. The red gable of the old house was in sight, there was the gate where she and Ted had swung so often there was the tree where Dick had founc the first diamond sparrow's egg-there, anc her heart seemed almost to stop beating there was the old disreputable-looking coachhouse, with the slippery pole that lee \\ up to the guineapigs,
"/ "Sally, I so hungry," cried Alße, bu
Bobbie silenced him sternly. They weri j crossing the paddock now by the side o .y the house; and, though she tried to kee]
out of the eight 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 whic the children always used. Soon som fowls came scurrying round tbe corne and Bobbie knew Suds was not far bi hind. Ab, hore he came, a dirty, untid little figure with one stocking hangin about his shoe and the other displa>ing
bare piece of knee.
" Shoo I Shoo t get along you eilly thing, Shoo t 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 OIOBO 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 5 ou 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 the 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 ringin ir 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 luft band bandaged, and lying in a sling. Bobbie gasped and lay watching him as if in a ppell. Ted, »live 1 unhurt! she could have screamed aloud in hi-r joy, but the sudden revulsion of feeling was too strong for her, and she 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 for the fiftieth time, " well, I was just playing about out here, doing nottnk at all, and before I could do anyHnk Bobbie had knocked my hat off. Well I wa« just goin' to fi*ht her real hard, and knock her down and jump on her, arid I remembered Dick said it co warri ly to hit a girl, FO I ran in to fetch you, and } ou was lyin' dead on the
" Yes, but Bobbie," «aid Ted impatiently. " 0, she cleared off wif my hat, it was my best hat with ' Orlando ' on it, and I'd got it on cos Berfa had gone out," answered Suds, casting longing eyes at th« fowl*«.
" But, Bobbie, Suds, do tell me where
" Don't know nofink 'bout Bobbie," said the young gentleman, and aa his brother did not ask another question, ho pulled up his refractory stocking, and with a loud " shoo 1 shoo ! get out wif you Í " went for the unfortunate fowls again.
(TO HR OONTINTTKO.)