Weekly graphic. [volume] (Kirksville, Adair Co., Missouri) 1880-1949, 1882-01-20

yankee that's ia good to hoe the tater
and help blm tend the crap. He hate
sick gals like pizen:' and she flung her
self out Of the room, slamming the doc
after her. Soon after heard her voic
in the back yard, calling shrilly TO tn
darkey who took care of the stable
"Sol, oh Sol. this ere gal wants he
hoss. BRING him round to the from
door"
| was soon in the saddle and canterint
away between the hills in the direction
of the town | had enquired about, al
though | had no intention of going
there. | was revolving in my mine
the most reasonable excuse | coult
think OF for intruding upon this fami,
ly whose acquaintance | was so anxiou:
to make, when my attention was at
tracted by beautiful scarlet flower by
the roadside; and as | hastily dismount-
ed to gather it, my foot caught in the
skirt of my habit, and | fell to the
ground, spraining my ankle so badly
that was unable to again mount my
horse, or to walk a step without assist
ance. The pain in my foot was excru-
ciating, and to make matters worse my
ankle commenced to swell.
There was large double log house
about forty rods away, nearly hidden
by trees, and | had just decided to call
for help, hoping to arouse some of the
dwellers therein, when | heard the
sharp clatter of horses hoofs from the
direction of the town. Looking around.
saw the same golden haired girl that
of all others l most desired to see
She was about to pass without a word
just as | gave groan of pain which
/ could not suppress: but on hearing it
she Immediately reined in her horse,
with the enquiry. SIS anything the
matter?'
"Not very much; only a slight
sprain," and described to her how the
accident had occurred.
"You must go home with me. 1t will
never do to go back to that miserable
hotel. Of course you have made the
acquaintance of the fascinating Jim.
Now do co." seeing my hesitation, "it
will be delightful to have some one to
talk to that seems like home folks. 1t
will not be bit of trouble. You must
she added, with pretty air of authorl-
ty which became her immensely.
81 cannot walk, and l cannot mount
my horse, and you cannot carry me-"
"Can you climb onto that stump if
l help you? ye, of course you can.
Wait until 1 tie Dixie
This was soon done, and then with
her help l climbed up on the stump,
and was soon on the back of Bonner,
who was impatient to be away again.
Mounting her own horse, she SAID
''Yonder IN the trees. is where live.
Do you know, l am ever SO glad l have
met you; believe l have fallen in love
with you;' and looking into my face
very soberly she added, "You are not
near so handsome, but you look so
much like dear friend once had"
As we reached the gate, she called
out, Mother, come here, have some
thing to show you," and turning to me
added. 81 do not know your name,"
when some unseen spirit prompted me
to reply "Bre:te Wilmot."
"Mother this is Miss Wilmot. Ipick-
ed her up back here with badly
'prained ankle, and like a "good sama-
ritan" have brought her home for you
to pet, and coddle. Miss Wilmot,
his is my dear, good, mother-Mrs.
Helena Hunt, and / am Cassie Hunt.
Mrs. Helena Hunts good-for-nothing
laughter, and yonder is my father
Willard Hunt, standing in the door
way.
This informal introduction placed
ne Immediately at ease, and with the
of Mrs. Hunt 1 disappeared,
out soon after / saw him leading the
lorses away in the direction of what 1
lfterward learned was the stable.
On taking offmy shoes, the foot and
mike was found to be badly swollen
md inaamed, and as 1t resisted all the
Efforts of Mrs. Hunt to soothe it, the
lext morning Cassie went for the near
st physician. On examination it
'roved to be not only sprained, but
'ad fracture, and 1 had the agreeable
respect before me oflying on a lounge
IL day long for the next six weeks,
'hen l had expected to be out in the
'oods, or riding along the smooth ,
Dads.
My acquaintance with the family
rogressed rapidly and as Mrs. Hunt