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nd so she was an easy victim。 She gathered together her quack periodicals and her quack medicines; and thus armed with death; went about on her pale horse; metaphorically speaking; with 〃hell following after。〃 But she never suspected that she was not an angel of healing and the balm of Gilead in disguise; to the suffering neighbors。
The water treatment was new; now; and Tom's low condition was a windfall to her。 She had him out at daylight every morning; stood him up in the woodshed and drowned him with a deluge of cold water; then she scrubbed him down with a towel like a file; and so brought him to; then she rolled him up in a wet sheet and put him away under blankets till she sweated his soul clean and 〃the yellow stains of it came through his pores〃  as Tom said。
Yet notwithstanding all this; the boy grew more and more melancholy and pale and dejected。 She added hot baths; sitz baths; shower baths; and plunges。 The boy remained as dismal as a hearse。 She began to assist the water with a slim oatmeal diet and blisterplasters。 She calculated his capacity as she would a jug's; and filled him up every day with quack cure…alls。
Tom had become indifferent to persecution by this time。 This phase filled the old lady's heart with consternation。 This indifference must be broken up at any cost。 Now she heard of Pain…killer for the first time。 She ordered a lot at once。 She tasted it and was filled with gratitude。 It was simply fire in a liquid form。 She dropped the water treatment and everything else; and pinned her faith to Pain…killer。 She gave Tom a teaspoonful and watched with the deepest anxiety for the result。 Her troubles were instantly at rest; her soul at peace again; for the 〃indifference〃 was broken up。 The boy could not have shown a wilder; heartier interest; if she had built a fire under him。
Tom felt that it was time to wake up; this sort of life might be romantic enough; in his blighted condition; but it was getting to have too little sentiment and too much distracting variety about it。 So he thought over various plans for relief; and finally hit pon that of professing to be fond of Pain…killer。 He asked for it so often that he became a nuisance; and his aunt ended by telling him to help himself and quit bothering her。 If it had been Sid; she would have had no misgivings to alloy her delight; but since it was Tom; she watched the bottle clandestinely。 She found that the medicine did really diminish; but it did not occur to her that the boy was mending the health of a crack in the sitting…room floor with it。
One day Tom was in the act of dosing the crack when his aunt's yellow cat came along; purring; eying the teaspoon avariciously; and begging for a taste。 Tom said:
〃Don't ask for it unless you want it; Peter。〃
But Peter signified that he did want it。
〃You better make sure。〃
Peter was sure。
〃Now you've asked for it; and I'll give it to you; because there ain't anything mean about me; but if you find you don't like it; you mustn't blame anybody but your own self。〃
Peter was agreeable。 So Tom pried his mouth open and poured down the Pain…killer。 Peter sprang a couple of yards in the air; and then delivered a war…whoop and set off round and round the room; banging against furniture; upsetting flower…pots; and making general havoc。 Next he rose on his hind feet and pranced around; in a frenzy of enjoyment; with his head over his shoulder and his voice proclaiming his unappeasable happiness。 Then he went tearing around the house again spreading chaos and destruction in his path。 Aunt Polly entered in time to see him throw a few double summersets; deliver a final mighty hurrah; and sail through the open window; carrying the rest of the flower…pots with him。 The old lady stood petrified with astonishment; peering over her glasses; Tom lay on the floor expiring with laughter。
〃Tom; what on earth ails that cat?〃
〃I don't know; aunt;〃 gasped the boy。
〃Why; I never see anything like it。 What did make him act so?〃
〃Deed I don't know; Aunt Polly; cats always act so when they're having a good time。〃
〃They do; do they?〃 There was something in the tone that made Tom apprehensive。
〃Yes'm。 That is; I believe they do。〃
〃You do?〃
〃Yes'm。〃
The old lady was bending down; Tom watching; with interest emphasized by anxiety。 Too late he divined her 〃drift。〃 The handle of the telltale teaspoon was visible under the bed…valance。 Aunt Polly took it; held it up。 Tom winced; and dropped his eyes。 Aunt Polly raised him by the usual handle  his ear  and cracked his head soundly with her thimble。
〃Now; sir; what did you want to treat that poor dumb beast so; for?〃
〃I done it out of pity for him  because he hadn't any aunt。〃
〃Hadn't any aunt!  you numskull。 What has that got to do with it?〃
〃Heaps。 Because if he'd had one she'd a burnt him out herself! She'd a roasted his bowels out of him 'thout any more feeling than if he was a human!〃
Aunt Polly felt a sudden pang of remorse。 This was putting the thing in a new light; what was cruelty to a cat might be cruelty to a boy; too。 She began to soften; she felt sorry。 Her eyes watered a little; and she put her hand on Tom's head and said gently:
〃I was meaning for the best; Tom。 And; Tom; it did do you good。〃
Tom looked up in her face with just a perceptible twinkle peeping through his gravity。
〃I know you was meaning for the best; aunty; and so was I with Peter。 It done him good; too。 I never see him get around so since 〃
〃Oh; go 'long with you; Tom; before you aggravate me again。 And you try and see if you can't be a good boy; for once; and you needn't take any more medicine。〃
Tom reached school ahead of time。 It was noticed that this strange thing had been occurring every day latterly。 And now; as usual of late; he hung about the gate of the schoolyard instead of playing with his comrades。 He was sick; he said; and he looked it。 He tried to seem to be looking everywhere but whither he really was looking  down the road。 Presently Jeff Thatcher hove in sight; and Tom's face lighted; he gazed a moment; and then turned sorrowfully away。 When Jeff arrived; Tom accosted him; and 〃led up〃 warily to opportunities for remark about Becky; but the giddy lad never could see the bait。 Tom watched and watched; hoping whenever a frisking frock came in sight; and hating the owner of it as soon as he saw she was not the right one。 At last frocks ceased to appear; and he dropped hopelessly into the dumps; he entered the empty schoolhouse and sat down to suffer。 Then one more frock passed in at the gate; and Tom's heart gave a great bound。 The next instant he was out; and 〃going on〃 like an Indian; yelling; laughing; chasing boys; jumping over the fence at risk of life and limb; throwing handsprings; standing on his head  doing all the heroic things he could conceive of; and keeping a furtive eye out; all the while; to see if Becky Thatcher was noticing。 But she seemed to be unconscious of it all; she never looked。 Could it be possible that she was not aware that he was there? He carried his exploits to her immediate vicinity; came war…whooping around; snatched a boy's cap; hurled it to the roof of the schoolhouse; broke through a group of boys; tumbling them in every direction; and fell sprawling; himself; under Becky's nose; almost upsetting her  and she turned; with her nose in the air; and he heard her say: 〃Mf! some people think they're mighty smart  always showing off!〃
Tom's cheeks burned。 He gathered himself up and sneaked off; crushed and crestfallen。 
CHAPTER XIII
TOM'S mind was made up now。 He was gloomy and desperate。 He was a forsaken; friendless boy; he said; nobody loved him; when they found out what they had driven him to; perhaps they would be sorry; he had tried to do right and get along; but they would not let him; since nothing would do them but to be rid of him; let it be so; and let them blame HIM for the consequences  why shouldn't they? What right had the friendless to complain? Yes; they had forced him to it at last: he would lead a life of crime。 There was no choice。
By this time he was far down Meadow Lane; and the bell for school to 〃take up〃 tinkled faintly upon his ear。 He sobbed; now; to think he should never; never hear that old familiar sound any more  it was very hard; but it was forced on him; since he was driven out into the cold world; he must submit  but he forgave them。 Then the sobs came thick and fast。
Just at this point he met his soul's sworn comrade; Joe Harper  hard…eyed; and with evidently a great and dismal purpose in his heart。 Plainly here were 〃two souls with but a single thought。〃 Tom; wiping his eyes with his sleeve; began to blubber out something about a resolution to escape from hard usage and lack of sympathy at home by roaming abroad into the great world never to return; and ended by hoping that Joe would not forget him。
But it transpired that this was a request which Joe had just been going to make of Tom; and had come to hunt him up for that purpose。 His mother had whipped him for drinking some cream which he had never tasted and knew nothing about; it was plain that she was tired of him and wished him to go; if she felt that way; there was nothing for him to do but succumb; he hoped she would be happy; and never regret having driven her poo

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