| In the northern part of Austin there once dwelt an honest family by the |
| name of Smothers. The family consisted of John Smothers, his wife, |
| himself, their little daughter, five years of age, and her parents, |
| making six people toward the population of the city when counted for a |
| special write-up, but only three by actual count. |
| One night after supper the little girl was seized with a severe colic, |
| and John Smothers hurried down town to get some medicine. |
| He never came back. |
| The little girl recovered and in time grew up to womanhood. |
| The mother grieved very much over her husband's disappearance, and it |
| was nearly three months before she married again, and moved to San |
| Antonio. |
| The little girl also married in time, and after a few years had rolled |
| around, she also had a little girl five years of age. |
| She still lived in the same house where they dwelt when her father had |
| left and never returned. |
| One night by a remarkable coincidence her little girl was taken with |
| cramp colic on the anniversary of the disappearance of John Smothers, |
| who would now have been her grandfather if he had been alive and had a |
| steady job. |
| "I will go down town and get some medicine for her," said John Smith (for |
| it was none other than he whom she had married). |
| "No, no, dear John," cried his wife. "You, too, might disappear forever, |
| and then forget to come back." |
| So John Smith did not go, and together they sat by the bedside of little |
| Pansy (for that was Pansy's name). |
| After a little Pansy seemed to grow worse, and John Smith again |
| attempted to go for medicine, but his wife would not let him. |
| Suddenly the door opened, and an old man, stooped and bent, with long |
| white hair, entered the room. |
| "Hello, here is grandpa," said Pansy. She had recognized him before any |
| of the others. |
| The old man drew a bottle of medicine from his pocket and gave Pansy a |
| spoonful. |
| She got well immediately. |
| "I was a little late," said John Smothers, "as I waited for a street |
| car." |
| -O. Henry |