Our boys in India (1892) (14595085678)

Identifier: ourboysinindia00fren (find matches)
Title: Our boys in India
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: French, Henry W(illard) (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Boston, C. E. Brown & co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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sick mans face. There was amomentary silence in the room. Richard Raymond did notlook at Scott; but he knew the thoughts he was thinking, andhe felt sure that the boy who wanted to be a hero would cometo his aid. 22 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. A moment later Scott knelt by his fathers side, and earnest-ly whispered, — Father, let me go with him, and bring back brother Paul. It was a terri-ble struggle. Mrs.Clayton, with onearm about her son,knelt weeping bythe bed. For amoment it seemedtoo much, andRichard thoughtthat Mr. Claytonwas again wander-ing in his mind;but the left handtrembled on thepillow, and thenslowly rose. Scottseized it, butgently and rever-ently, and pressedit to his lips. Bess was leftto love little Kit-tie, and be theministering angelin the sick-room. In the long, weary days that followed,when the house seemed so still and deserted that had been sobright before, her one great duty was a thing that seemed im-possible to perform, — to keep a happy face to cheer her father;
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BESS AND HER PET. BEING HEROES. 23 and sometimes thoughts would come that were too much evenfor the bravest httle heart; and with her pet canary on hershoulder chirping, and trying to kiss her, and seeming to do hisvery best to express his sympathy, she would go to the windowto hide from her father the tears that would well up from thefull fountain. And there she would think over again all thelittle incidents of that last half-hour when they were all to-gether, when they stole away from the rest of the children tobreak their wishbones on that sacred birthday night. Perhaps little Paul is having his wish, she would sob; and surely Scott will have his. Oh, if I were only a man, Iwould be a hero too, and help find little Paul! Brave little Bess! She never thought that she was thegreatest hero of them all, and performing the very hardest dutyand the noblest work. But so it is; and those who are realheroes are oftener those who do not know it than those whodo.