Mark Manning's Mission. Alger Horatio Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ told you Mark was a good shot!" said Tom, who had not so much vanity to wound as James.

      "I suppose you think him a better shot than I, because he hit the bird and I didn't?" said James, reddening.

      "No, I don't say that!"

      "I tell you it was pure luck. I've heard of a man who shut his eyes when he fired, but he succeeded when all his companions failed. You can't judge of one by a single shot."

      Here Mark came up with his trophy.

      "I congratulate you on your success," said James, unpleasantly. "I suppose this is the first bird you ever shot?"

      "Oh, no!" answered Mark smilingly. "I have shot a few before now."

      "A fly lit on my nose just when I was pulling the trigger, or I should have brought him down."

      "That was lucky for me," said Mark.

      "Come, Tom," said James, drawing his companion away to the left. "We'd better separate, or we shall all be shooting at the same object."

      "Good luck to you then!" said Mark, as the two left him.

      "Thanks!" said Tom, but James deigned no notice of Mark's civility.

      CHAPTER II.

      THE HERMIT'S CABIN

      Mark smiled to himself as the boys left him.

      "James doesn't care to associate with us working boys," he thought. "Well, I fancy he cares as much for my company as I do for his."

      Mark was thoroughly independent and self-reliant, and had no disposition to trouble himself because a particular boy didn't care to associate with him.

      He was not self-conceited, but he respected himself, and never would have been willing, like Tom Wyman, to play the part of an humble satellite to the son of a wealthy shoe manufacturer.

      He reached the edge of the woods, and plunged into their shaded recesses. Here and there were paths more or less worn. One of these he took. It was a considerable time before he found anything to shoot at. Finally he fired at a squirrel, but the active little animal eluded him, and made his way to some covert, whence possibly he peeped out with twinkling eyes at his enemy.

      Farther on he reached a small clearing, in the center of which rose an humble log dwelling, of the most primitive description.

      Mark regarded it with curiosity, for, though it was no new object to him, he knew that it was occupied by a man who for five years had baffled the curiosity of the neighborhood.

      Now and then he was seen in the village, whither he went to procure supplies of food and other necessaries. A striking figure he was, with his long flowing sandy beard, thickly flecked with gray hairs, high forehead, and long, circular cloak wrapped around his tall, spare form.

      On his head he wore a Spanish sombrero, and his appearance in the streets never failed to attract the curious eyes of the children.

      Once some rude boys followed him with jeers, but were never tempted to repeat the rudeness. With his long staff upraised, he gave chase to them, looking so terrible that they were panic-stricken, and with pale faces, scattered in all directions.

      While Mark was standing near the hermit's cabin, he thought he heard a smothered groan proceeding from within.

      "What can be the matter," he thought, "can old Anthony be sick?"

      This was the name, correct or not, by which the hermit was known in the village.

      He paused a moment in indecision, but on hearing the groan repeated, he overcame his scruples, and pushing open the door, which stood ajar, he entered.

      On a pallet, at one corner of the main room, lay the old man, with his limbs drawn up, as if in pain. His back was towards the door.

      "Who is there?" he asked, as he heard the door open.

      "A friend," answered Mark. "Are you sick?"

      "I have a severe attack of rheumatism," answered the old man.

      "And you have no one to take care of you?" said Mark, pityingly.

      "No; I have no friends," answered the old man, in a tone half sad, half bitter. "Come round to the foot of the bed; let me look at you," he added, after a pause.

      Mark complied with his request.

      Old Anthony regarded him attentively, and said, half to himself, "a good face! a face to be trusted!"

      "I hope so," said Mark, with a feeling of pleasure. "Can I do anything for you?"

      "You are willing to help old Anthony? You see I know what they call me in the village."

      "Yes. I shall be willing and glad to do anything for you."

      "You are a good boy. What is your name?"

      "Mark Manning."

      "I know who you are. Your mother is a widow."

      "Yes."

      "And poor."

      "We have little money, but we have never wanted for food."

      "You work for your mother?"

      "Yes; I am employed in the shoe factory."

      "A good son will make a good man. You will never repent what you are doing for your mother."

      "No; I am sure I shall not," returned Mark, warmly. "I ought not, for she has done everything for me."

      "What brings you here?" asked the old man.

      "I had a spare afternoon, and came out gunning. I was wandering about these woods and happened to come this way. How long have you been sick?"

      "For several days; but I was able to be about till yesterday."

      "Have you taken no medicine?"

      "No. I thought I might do without it; but I find I am mistaken."

      "Shall I call the doctor?"

      "No; my disease is of old standing, and I know what to do for it. If you are willing to go to the drug store for me you may take the bottle on yonder shelf and get it filled. The druggist will understand what is wanted. You may also get me a box of rheumatic pills."

      "Yes, sir; I will go at once."

      "You will want money. Look in the box on yonder shelf, and select a gold piece. Pay for the articles and bring back the change."

      "Yes, sir."

      Mark went to the shelf, and in a square wooden box found a collection of gold and silver coins from which he selected a five-dollar gold piece.

      "I have taken five dollars," he said.

      "Very well."

      "Are you not afraid to leave this money so exposed while you are sick and helpless?" Mark ventured to inquire.

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