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‘The antlered monarch of the waste,Sometimes all the small meanness of everyday life is swept away by a great calamity, and the world forgets to hate, and opens its great heart of love. Such an event came through the catastrophe in San Francisco. It inclined every ear, moistened every eye. From all the world’s pocketbook came the golden dollars; from every soul the longing to do; and when it was done, disappointment because it was so little.,“Your mamma said I was to ask no questions, and I shall obey; but I do wish I knew how I could help you.” She touched the bandage that bound his head. “Does it hurt you awfully much, Billy? I’m so sorry. My eyes ache me, too, for looking at you.”,“Put a li’l shoe-black on then an’ that’ll make me dark again,” advised Betty serenely.,She turned back and rode up by his side. “Why shouldn’t a girl ride as fast as a boy?” She had a bright, frank face, and her brown eyes were as honest as they were beautiful.,“Yes, when you and sister turn gray getting it out of me. No, I’m going to do real work that will earn money; and I’m going to take this never-get-enough grub-basket of mine to a table where my own hands have earned the grub.”,“It certainly is wonderful,” agreed Nell with perfect truth.,“Doubtless it is incorporated in the language of some foreign people,” conceded Mrs. Mifsud, languidly.,“An’ well I know who’s makin’ him stew an’ chomp. You needn’t try to deceive yer, Mar,” chided the knowing matron.,“You keep still, Betsey! I’m going to watch!” he exclaimed, as if some one had spoken.,“Why, they know what you say—mind!” May Nell exclaimed, admiringly.,She clapped him into her own warm bed, and incredibly soon things were sizzling over the alcohol lamp..