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LAURA BRAYTON. — 75 bring ’emup. I’m not afraid to see anybody no time. I don’t owe nobody nothin’ but good-will, and that never’ll break a feller.” | Billy Smut, the aforesaid urchin so appropriately named, heard the fireman say this, and darted away to summon the visitors. A. minute or two later, Sammy’s head having been meantime raised on a couple of snow-white pillows brought from the bedroom adjoining, the door was opened to admit Eldridge Putnam and Monsieur Maret. = “My brave friend, I told you I would come to see you, and herelam,” cried Eldridge, advancing to Sammy with a pleased expression. “Mother, it’s him. It is the very chap that saved the woman and child when I got keeled over and couldn’t,” cried the gratified and astonished Glenn. And in spite of weakness and pain the young fire- man partially rose to reach out his hand to Putnam. “My friend, Monsieur Maret. He has come to make the acquaintance of a brave fireman!” con- tinued Putnam, presenting his friend. The widow courtesied and blushed, and dusting off her chairs again with her spotless apron, pre-: sented seats to the aristocratic visitors of her idol- ized son; and while her ears were open to every word of praise bestowed on him, her eyes were wandering round all the time to see if every part of her little home was as neat and tidy as she was her- self. : And now, young Putnam, a thorough man and gentleman, was making himself as fully conversant as he could with the situation of Sammy Glenn, iv hope of finding out without appearing to intend it, some means of assisting him and his mother. One. EComicbooks.co