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Excerpted Inspirations #202

  • Writer: Linda Odhner, with photos by Liz Kufs
    Linda Odhner, with photos by Liz Kufs
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She was lounging over the table looking at a map when an odd noise caught her ear. A gentle
tapping somewhere, and following the sound it seemed to come from the inside of the long case in which

the skeleton lived when not professionally engaged. This case stood upright in a niche between two book-
cases at the back of the room, a darkish corner, where Brother Bones, as the boys would call him, was out

of the way.
As Rose stood looking in that direction, and wondering if a rat had got shut in, the door of the case
swung slowly open, and with a great start she saw a bony arm lifted, and a bony finger beckon to her. For
a minute she was frightened, and ran to the study door with a fluttering heart, but just as she touched the
handle a queer, stifled sort of giggle made her stop short and turn red with anger. She paused an instant to
collect herself, and then went softly toward the bony beckoner. A nearer look revealed black threads tied
to the arm and fingers, the ends of threads disappearing into holes bored in the back of the case. Peeping
into the deep recess, she also caught sight of the tip of an elbow covered with a rough gray cloth which
she knew very well.
Quick as a flash she understood the joke, her fear vanished, and with a wicked smile, she whipped
out her scissors, cut the threads, and the bony arm dropped with a rattle. Before she could say, “Come
out, Charlie, and let my skeleton alone,” a sudden irruption of boys all in a high state of tickle proclaimed
to the hidden rogue that his joke was a failure.
“I told him not to do it, because it might give you a start,” explained Archie, emerging from the
closet.
“I had a smelling bottle all ready if she fainted away,” added Steve, popping up from behind the
great chair.
“It’s too bad of you not to squawk and run; we depended on it, it’s such fun to howl after you,”
said Will and Geordie, rolling out from under the sofa in a promiscuous heap.
“You are getting altogether too strong-minded, Rose; most girls would have been in a jolly twitter
to see this old fellow waggling his finger at them,” complained Charlie, squeezing out from his tight
quarters, dusty and disgusted.
“I’m used to your pranks now, so I’m always on the watch and prepared. But I won’t have Brother
Bones made fun of. I know Uncle wouldn’t like it, so please don’t,” began Rose just as Uncle Alec came
in, and, seeing the state of the case at a glance he said quietly,
“Hear how I got that skeleton, and then I’m sure you will treat it with respect.”
The boys settled down at once on any article of furniture that was nearest and listened dutifully.
“Years ago, when I was in the hospital, a poor fellow was brought there with a rare and very
painful disease. There was no hope for him, but we did our best, and he was so grateful that when he died
he left us his body that we might discover the mysteries of his complaint, and so be able to help others
afflicted in the same way. It did do good, and his brave patience made us remember him long after he was
gone. He thought I had been kind to him, and said to a fellow-student of mine: ‘Tell the Doctor I lave him
me bones, for I’ve nothing else in the wide world, and I’ll not be wanting ’em at all, at all, when the great
pain has kilt me entirely.’ So that is how they came to be mine, and why I’ve kept them carefully; for
though only a poor, ignorant fellow, Mike Nolan did what he could to help others, and prove his gratitude
to those who tried to help him.”
As Dr. Alec paused, Archie closed the door of the case, as respectfully as if the mummy of an
Egyptian king was inside; Will and Geordie looked solemnly at one another, evidently much impressed,
and Charlie pensively remarked from the coal-hod where he sat,

“I’ve often heard of a skeleton in the house, but I think few people have one as useful and as
interesting as ours.”
Louisa May Alcott, Eight Cousins (1874), pp. 225-227

 
 
 
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