Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-12-18

| picking blackberries. She was sitting
on a messy log among the bushes, cry
ing as if her heart would break. 1t die
her good it cooled the fierce fever IL
her heart, and she finally grew quiet
and slipped softly down upon her knees
and prayed long and earnestly for pa,
thence and wisdom and help from hel
heavenly Father. Then she caught uI
her pail and rose to commence her task.
But it so happened that DIR. Chester,
who was spending few weeks In that
delightfulcountry place, was out hunt
ing that day. A fine, plump partridge
| flew up from the bushes just at that
moment, and the doctor fired. To his
establishment the bird escaped, but o
shrill scream and heavy fall beyond the
bushes made him throw down his gun
and bag and rush furiously through the
sharp briers, never needing the rents
they made in his fine hunting suit OF
the cruel scratches upon his face and
hands.
There lay the game he had brought
| down, IN the shape of young girl who
was in dead faint or killed for aught
he knew. He quickly loosened hel
dress and dashed water in her face from
the full canteen which he happened to
to have, and finally forced few drops
of brandy between her lips. At length
she opened her eyes, to his great relief,
and tried to rise, but sharp cry of pain
showed there was something more seri-
Gus than mere fright.
"What is it-where are you hurt p
=" Ny arm," she exclaimed.
He tore the faded calico sleeve open
to the shoulder, and, sure enough, the
soft, white arm was covered with blood
and seemed to be riddled with shot
Dear, dear, what have done p he
exclaimed, hastily tying his own and
her handkerchief tightly around it.
There's no time for apologies or ex-
plantations. / thought was shooting
a partridge, and in some unaccountable
way I have shot you. Now tell me
where you live so can get you home
as soon as possible. l am physician,
and We'll soon have the poor arm all
right again."
My home is just over the hin; /
can walk if you will help me little. F"
With a set, resolute face, and lips
tightly closed TO keep back the means
of pain, Meta walked hastily toward
home. leaning upon his arm. But just
as they reached the gate she tainted
again, and taking her in his arms he
bore her rapidly to the house, and with
out any ceremony pushed open the par
lor door and laid her upon sofa.
Mrs. Smith screamed murder at the
top of her voice, and went into violent
Mysteries. The doctor frowned scorn-
fully at her, and said to Mrs. Brown ::
There's no time for nonsence bring
me some cold water and bandages at
once, and send somebody to the hotel
for DR.. Chester's small case of surgical
instruments.
Mrs. Smith, left to herself, soon re-
covered, and insisted upon an explana-
ton of the affair.
''It's nothing serious, / hope, 1 have
accidently sent charge of shot into
this young lady's arm. Are you her
mother 2"
"No, indeed, she is poor dependent
creature that we've taken in for charity's
sake; niece of mine, and what I'm to
do with her now / can't see. I can't
take care of her, and indeed, sir, it's
mighty inconvenient to have her laid up
Just at this time. She is very neces-
sary to my comfort. I need a sight of
care and waitin' on, night and day"
"Well, madam, she'll need sight
of care and waitin' on herself now for a
while, and must have it.
By this time the young girl revived
again under the vigorous treatment she
received, and the instruments were
brought to him.
"Now, madam, will you tell where to
take this young lady, for she must be
put to bed at once"
"Well, she sleeps in little closet off
my room"
"That will never do. Show me the
largest. best room you have in the
house. Taking Meta gently in his
arms, the doctor followed Mrs. Smith
up stairs to large, pleasant chamber.
She groaned in spirit as she turned
down the white counterpane, and as
sisted the doctor In getting Meta I'M
dressed and to bed but he was not to
trified with at such a time. "Now,
madam, will excuse you, but let Mrs.
Smith bring me plenty of warm water,
and soft, old linen, and remain to assist
me. And want servant close at hand
to get whatever else may require while
dressing the ARM"
1t was terrible hour to Meta while
he probed each wound and removed
the shot that were deeply imbedded in
the tender flesh. Fortunately no bone
was broden, and at last it was neatly
bandaged with soft linen and wet with .
healing lotion, and she fell asleep. Mrs.
Brown proved an efficient helper and
as they passed quietly out of the room
the doctor said
My patient must have the best of
care and attention. Could you stay and
nurse her for awhile ?"
Yes, might.
Very we'll; I viii pay you well if
you viii do it, for everything viii de-
pend upon keeping her quiet now"
He met Mrs Smith in the hall.